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After their trip through India, these lively American 
twins are delighted to find that their imcle proposes to 
continue their Eastern journey to China and Japan^ 

From Hong Kong they travel northward, partly by 
rail and partly on the mighty Yangtze-Kiang River, to 
Shanghai; then by houseboat on the Grand Canal to the 
Imperial city of Peking. Joe enjoys a strenuous trip to 
The Great Wall while Lucy makes the acquaintance of a 
little Chinese girl in a real Chinese home. 

A steamer then takes them to flowery Japan, where 
they are charmed by the beautiful sights and the clever 
industrious people of the island kingdom. It is not 
surprising that Lucy often exclaims, “Well, this is the 
most interesting thing we have seen so far!” as the won¬ 
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TWIN TEAVELEES 
IN CHINA AND JAPAN 






“THERE WAS PLENTY TO SEE, AND THE EYES OF THE TWINS 
WERE KEPT BUSY/’ 

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TWIN TRAVELERS 
IN CHINA. & JAPAN 


BY 

MARY H. WADE 

Author of *‘Tunn Travelers in South America,” ^^Twin Travelers in 
the Holy Land,” *‘Twin Travelers in India,” ^*The Little 
Cousin Series,” etc. 


WITH A FRONTISPIECE IN COLOR AND EIGHT 
ILLUSTRATIONS FROM PHOTOGRAPHS 



NEW YORK 

FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY 

PUBLISHERS 











Copyright, 1922, hy 
Frederick A. Stokes Company 


All rights reserved, including that of translation 
'into foreign languages 


Printed in the United States of America 


SEP 25 V.2 

©cues 1942 


A. I 



CONTENTS 


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IN CHINA 


CHAPTER 

I 

The Landing .... 

PAGE 

3 

II 

Sightseeing. 

. 13 

III 

In the Long Ago . . . . 

. 31 

IV 

The Letter to Fu and Mu 

. 41 

V 

A Chinese Wedding . 

. 53 

VI 

The Sights of Shanghai . 

. 69 

VII 

The Surprise Party . 

. 83 

VIII 

At the Capitol .... 

. 91 

IX 

The Great Wall of China 

. 97 


IN JAPAN 


X 

The First Ride in Japan . 

. 107 

XI 

The Great Bronze Buddha . 

. 119 

XII 

New Friends .... 

. 125 

XIII 

Out in the Rain .... 

. 139 

XIV 

In Shiba Park .... 

. 147 

XV 

Out in the Country . 

. 159 

XVI 

Shooting the Rapids . 

. . . 171 













LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS 


^ There was plenty to see, and the eyes of the twins 
were kept busy'' . . . . . Frontispiece 

FACING 

PAGE 

How sober were their yellow faces!" . ... 18 

^They feed upon mulberry leaves" .... 60 

‘The Temple of Heaven is the grandest one in China" 96 

‘At last the Great Wall came into view" . . . 100 

‘Beyond was Fujiyama, the sacred mountain of 
Japan".108 

‘The great Buddha—one of the most famous statues 

in the world".120 

‘ Supper was served—but there were no big tables or 

chairs".144 

‘ In the tea fields—girls do most of the picking" . .178 





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AND JAPAN 


CHAPTER I 


THE LANDING 



‘^What is it, LucyT’ As Mr. Andrews 
spoke he turned smiling eyes down upon his little 
niece. 

‘‘As I came up on deck I thought all at once of the 
time when Joe and I weren’t much bigger than 
babies and liked to make mud pies. Some one had 
told us about the strange country of China on the 
other side of the world, and that if we’d dig deep 
enough into the ground we could make a hole 
through which we could crawl and find ourselves at 
last in China.” 

“Well?” 

“So, one morning, we twins started to dig the 
hole. At first we worked like two little heavers. 
But we soon got tired and Joe began to fuss. ‘It’s 
too big a job,’ he said. ‘I’m going to give up.’ 

“So I gave up too, and we ran otf to chase but¬ 
terflies. That was the end of our trying to dig our 
way through to China.” 


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TWIN TRAVELERS IN CHINA AND JAPAN 

‘‘But you were quite ready, when the time came 
to seek it with your Aunt Nell and me, by sailing 
around on the outside of the world 

“Indeed I was, even if that meant being away 
a long time from Daddy and Mummie. Why, how 
could I help enjoying the long journey here, when 
there have been such interesting stops on the way 
from New York! First, there was our stay in the 
Holy Land, and after that we had such a wonderful 
visit in India. And now, here we are close to the 
shore of China itself, and you and dear Aunt Nell 
haven’t given Joe and me a chance to get really 
homesick once!” 

Lucy’s blue eyes danced at the thought of the 
joys crowded into the last few months. But all at 
once they became sober as the little girl went on 
with a sigh: 

“I’ve seen so many wonderful sights in our trav¬ 
els that I’m afraid China will seem commonplace 
now.” 

“It isn’t possible.” Mr. Andrews shook his head 
positively. 

“Why, my dear little niece,” he went on, “China 
is one of the queerest, strangest places in the whole 
world. I haven’t a doubt that I, as well as you, will 
keep opening my eyes wide with astonishment as 
much as ever we did before the tricks of Hindu jug¬ 
glers and the beauties of the Vale of Kashmir.” 

‘ ‘ Pirates I Look out I ’ ’ 

[4] 


THE LANDING 


At this unexpected cry behind them both Lucy 
and her uncle gave a sudden start. Then they 
laughed merrily as Joe sprang mischievously up be¬ 
side them. 

‘‘You’d better not laugh. I’m in earnest. Indeed 
I am!” The boy spoke with the most serious face. 
“Here you two, up at the end of the bow, have been 
talking together as quietly as if nothing could hap¬ 
pen, while every other passenger on board is excit¬ 
edly watching what is going on and wondering if 
the city of Canton will be reached by this steamer 
without our being attacked. Aunt Nell, did you 
ever! ” 

As Joe finished speaking, he turned around to take 
the arm of his pretty little aunt who had followed 
him up into the bow. 

“Pirates in these waters! And in these days! 
How ridiculous! Joe, you ought to be more careful 
about what you say. Don’t you see that your sister 
is scared? You’ve set her a-trembling.” 

Mr. Andrews spoke sternly for almost the first 
time since the twins had been put in his care. 

“I thought of course you knew,” Joe answered, 
hastening to excuse himself. “You see. Uncle Ben, 
almost everybody on board is talking about pirates 
attacking us, and some armed guards are already 
on deck, and the iron gates have been locked across 
the entrances to the gangways—and—and—the 
ship’s officers are on the lookout for pirates because 

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TWIN TRAVELERS IN CHINA AND JAPAN 

they sometimes take ships nearing shore by sur¬ 
prise, and jump aboard and seize every thing 

‘‘The boy is not exaggerating,” said a gentleman 
who had been standing near Mr. Andrews and had 
been listening to Joe’s story. “I am not fearful 
of any danger coming to us, however, because care 
has been taken by the ship’s officers against sur¬ 
prise. But the fact is, the coast is infested with 
bands of pirates. Only last year, I think it was, a 
vessel was raided by them when it was actually in 
sight of Canton.” 

“I just heard another passenger speaking of that 
raid,” said Mrs. Andrews quickly. “The story 
would have frightened me last evening as we left 
Hong Kong behind us. But now, after a good 
night’s sleep, and with the morning sun rising, I feel 
quite safe.” 

As the little lady spoke she smiled comfortingly 
at Lucy whose face was pale with fright. 

“It’s strange—^very strange—that I had not heard 
a word about pirates,” said Mr. Andrews. “I 
thought I had read of every possible experience on 
our way, too. I’m quite provoked at myself for 
being so ignorant. However,”—he spoke gaily 
now—“I believe there will be no adventure for us 
with pirates this morning even though Joe might 
like nothing better than the excitement a meeting 
with them might give us.” 

At this Joe chuckled. “It would be a lark, twin 

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THE LANDING 


dear, wouldn’t it?” he asked, patting his sister’s 
cheek with pretended tenderness. ‘‘Only think, 
Lucy! they’d be Chinese pirates with pig-tails—not 
common everyday white men, and we wouldn’t be 
able to understand their queer gibberish if they 
told us to hold up our arms and surrender.” 

“There, there, Joe! enough of your teasing,” 
cried Mr. Andrews. “Let’s talk about something 
else—the island of Hong Kong, for instance. While 
our steamer lay to there yesterday I almost wished 
we had decided to stay over for two or three days 
to explore the place and see the great amount of 
business the British do there. 

“But since they own Hong Kong now, and there 
are almost as many British merchants and their 
families as Chinese natives on the island, I was 
ready to keep on with our ship to reach the main¬ 
land of China as soon as possible so as to see the 
yellow people where they are quite at home.” 

“Hong Kong, I am told, is called the Gibraltar of 
the East,” said Mrs. Andrews. “A good name for 
it, too, with its mighty works!” 

“As our steamer entered the port the city looked 
to me like a set of shelves,” said Lucy. “If I lived 
there, I’d like my house to be on the top shelf. The 
air there must be cool and one could see a great 
distance from such a height.” 

“There’s a fort!” suddenly exclaimed Joe, point¬ 
ing towards the shore. “And there’s another!” 
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TWIN TRAVELERS IN CHINA AND JAPAN 

They look like old-timers. I don’t believe they would 
be of much use in protecting China from her ene¬ 
mies.” 

‘‘This must be the Pearl River,” said Mr. An¬ 
drews a few minutes afterwards. “We shall soon 
reach Canton now.” 

“I don’t think the people chose a very good name 
for this river,” said Lucy with a pucker in her fore¬ 
head. “Ugh! How muddy the water is.” 

“But see how rich the soil must be along the 
shores. ” As Mr. Andrews spoke, he pointed to plan¬ 
tations of rice and bananas which the steamer was 
passing. 

“And what thick underbrush in some places! I 
don’t want to scare you, Lucy,—but really, what fine 
hiding-places for pirates.” Joe’s eyes danced 
though he tried to look serious. 

“You can’t scare me again.” Lucy was trying to 
appear brave. “Our ship keeps so far out from 
shore, it couldn’t be taken by surprise even if there 
are thirty thousand pirates hereabouts, as I just 
heard some one saying.” 

“Oh-h! the old strange, wonderful city of Can¬ 
ton ! I can see it more and more plainly! ’ ’ Mrs. An¬ 
drews broke into the twins’ conversation excitedly. 
“And see! Above all rises the famous Five-Storied 
Pagoda!” 

“And we’ll ride in sedan chairs to visit it,” cried 
Joe gleefully. 


[ 8 ] 


THE LANDING 


‘‘But we won’t eat any rats while we are in Can¬ 
ton—at least if we know it,” said his sister with a 
laugh. 

“Just now let’s watch the boats around us—^we 
can tell the Chinese boats by the eyes painted on 
them,” said Joe. 

“What a strange idea that a boat will go wrong 
if it doesn’t have one eye in front and one be¬ 
hind,” said Lucy. “But then, the Chinese are a 
strange people.” 

“As we will find out more and more while going 
about in their country,” said Mr. Andrews. 

By this time the shouting was so noisy on the 
boats that crowded the water on every hand that 
our travelers found it almost useless to try to talk. 
There was plenty to see, however, and the eyes of 
the thirteen-year-old twins were kept busy, turning 
now in one direction, now in another. 

“Look!” cried Joe in his sister’s ear as he spied 
a small boat close to the steamer’s side. An old 
woman with wrinkled face and slanting eyes was 
steering the boat. At the same time she kept shout¬ 
ing to two boys with naked shoulders who were 
rowing the boat with a single big oar. 

And now the twins watched other boats from 
which solemn-faced Chinamen were casting fish nets 
into the water. But every time, so far as Joe and 
Lucy could see, they drew the nets up empty, scold¬ 
ing and shouting at their bad fortune. 

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TWIN TRAVELEES IN CHINA AND JAPAN 


Other boats, the children noticed, were laden with 
vegetables which were being brought from the coun¬ 
try to the city markets. Most interesting of all were 
the boats, scarcely better than roofed rafts, where 
whole families were keeping house. 

‘ ‘ Such a clatter I never heard in the noisiest rail¬ 
way station of India,’’ Lucy afterwards said to her 
aunt. ^‘With the mothers on board rattling dishes 
as they got breakfast ready, and screaming at their 
children at the same time, and with roosters crow¬ 
ing in the tiny coops, and pigs grunting in their 
pens, it was the funniest sight I ever saw.” 

As the steamer drew near the wharf, the noise 
grew greater still—that is, if it were possible—for 
now the shouting of people on the crowded wharf 
mingled with that on the water, and although there 
was a high iron railing on the edge of the wharf to 
keep back the crowd, dozens of yellow men and boys 
came climbing over it to leap upon the boats nearest 
the shore. 

Prom one to another of these they scurried till 
they reached the steamer and in the flash of an eye, 
as Joe would have said, appeared on the deck among 
the passengers, shouting and motioning wildly. 

‘^What can the matter be?” Lucy thought as she 
clutched tight hold of her uncle. 

She quickly understood. These newcomers were 
not pirates. Oh, no! They were simply workmen, 
or coolies, offering to carry the passengers wherever 
[ 10 ] 


THE LANDING 

they wished to go in the city close at hand. And 
so cheaply too, these poor men and boys were will¬ 
ing to work! There was not one of them unwilling 
to go long distances in the hot sun with a heavy 
load, for the sake of earning enough to buy the rice 
and other vegetables needed to keep him alive. 


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CHAPTER II 


SIGHTSEEING 

T he next half hour was so busy and exciting that 
the twins could scarcely remember afterwards 
all that had happened when they found themselves, 
each in a sedan chair, being lifted above the heads 
of the crowd on the wharf and carried quickly away 
by coolies. 

‘‘How comfortable I am!’’ Lucy said to herself 
as she settled back in her chair. 

Then she began to examine it and found the frame- 
work was all bamboo, with a bamboo arch over her 
head supporting a cover, and with cushions of blue 
cotton cloth. The poles underneath the chair and 
resting on the coolies’ shoulders were of springy 
bamboo, so that the little girl was carried along as 
lightly as if she were being tossed on a bed of 
feathers. From time to time she peeked out through 
the tiny windows in the side coverings to be sure 
her aunt and uncle and Joe were close at hand. 

“Jolly, isn’t it!” Joe shouted as he peeked back 
at his sister. But his bearers just then made such 
long strides forward that he lost her answer. 

After a short ride all found themselves at the 
entrance of a bridge whose steel gates were now 
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TWIN TRAVELERS IN CHINA AND JAPAN 


opened by guards for them to pass through, and they 
were carried quickly across the bridge to a small and 
beautiful island. 

‘‘This is Shameen, where the white people of Can¬ 
ton live, safe and quiet,’’ Mr. Andrews told the chil¬ 
dren when the coolies had stopped in front of a 
fine hotel, and the party had left the sedan chairs 
and stood looking about them. 

“It doesn’t seem a bit like China her«,” said Joe 
disappointedly. 

“Of course not.” Mr. Andrews smiled. “I told 
you this is where the white people of the city live— 
the French and British merchants doing business 
here, and travelers who visit Canton. We will have 
a good breakfast here; then your aunt and you twins 
can sit for a while under the trees near the hotel 
while I engage a guide. And after that we’ll start 
out to see the real Canton.” 

“I must say that now summer is over we have 
the best season of the year ahead of us for sight¬ 
seeing,” said Mrs. Andrews in a pleased voice. 

“We will find the weather fully warm enough 
down here in southern China,” reminded her hus¬ 
band. “We are still in the tropics and it is only 
September, you must remember.” 

“I’m ever so hungry,” said Joe with a sigh of 
longing. “Why, I could almost be willing to eat a 
rat stew.” 

^‘You won’t be called upon to do so. I imder- 
[ 14 ] 


SIGHTSEEING 


stand it is against the law of China to sell rats for 
food nowadays, because the creatures carry the 
plague.’’ 

At this Joe again looked disappointed. He didn’t 
wish any of his beliefs about China spoiled, however 
horrid they might be. His uncle caught the look, so 
with a twinkle in his eyes he said quickly: ‘‘But if 
you should be ill, Joe—if you should show signs of 
great weakness and we should call in a Chinese 
physician, he might prescribe the eating of a few 
rats for medicine.” 

“Ugh!” Lucy shivered. But she quickly forgot 
her disgust when the travelers had entered the hotel 
and made themselves at home in a charming suite 
of rooms shaded by big trees. Through the open 
spaces between them the twins could catch glimpses 
of the high walled city across the river. 

“Let’s hurry and get breakfast,” begged Joe. 
“The sooner we can start out sightseeing, the better, 
I say.” 

“I hope we’ll be served one of the Chinese spe¬ 
cial dainties this morning—a few of those birds’ 
nests, perhaps, such as I’ve read about,” said 
Lucy. 

But both she and Joe were surprised to find a 
breakfast set before them such as they might have 
had in the United States. 

“Never mind,” their uncle comforted them. 
“We’ll have lunch this noon at a Chinese restaurant, 
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TWIN TRAVELERS IN CHINA AND JAPAN 


and then you shall have as many queer dishes as 
you may wish for.’’ 

An hour later everything was ready for a day 
in the city—a young Chinese guide called Wong had 
been hired, and a band of coolies stood waiting for 
orders in front of the hotel. 

^‘Wong speaks English almost as well as we do,” 
Joe whispered to his sister as she got into her chair. 

‘‘He has a nice face and his queue has been cut 
off,” she replied. “I like him. He told Uncle Ben 
he’s been to America and lived two years there, so 
I shall feel quite at home with him.” 

The next minute Wong had signed to the coolies 
to start, and had sprung into his own chair. 

Away trotted the bearers over the bridge, through 
a gateway in the high city wall, and into the narrow 
crowded streets of Canton. 

“Yum, yum!” sighed Joe in delight as he looked 
about him upon thousands of yellow people in 
strange costumes thronging the streets, queer sign 
boards in front of the shops, gay paper lanterns 
swinging above many a doorway, shrines with wor¬ 
shipers offering incense upon them, and peddlers 
making their way slowly through the crowds with 
bamboo poles swung over their shoulders. 

At the end of some of these poles were crates con¬ 
taining dogs, oats and snakes to be sold in the mar¬ 
ket for food! One old coolie carried a pail of water 
with live fish in it at one end of his pole, while at 
[ 16 ] 


SIGHTSEEING 


the other end hung a block of wood. Now and then 
the peddler stopped, drew out a fish from the pail, 
laid it on the block, cut off its head, and then handed 
it to a purchaser. 

‘^This beats anything I had imagined,’’ Joe said 
to himself. haven’t seen a single thing that isn’t 
different from what I ever saw before.” 

^^Not a carriage or automobile in sight, either!” 
he added. ^‘Nor a sidewalk! But how could there 
be in streets that are only three or four, or even 
five, yards wide ? 

There are plenty of sedan chairs, however, and 
I guess all who can afford it ride in them, instead 
of trying to push their way through the crowd.” 

And now, as the bearers had to move slowly on 
account of the crowd, Joe was able to smile across 
at his sister who was looking, in a half-scared way, 
out between the parted curtains of her chair which 
happened to be just abreast of his. 

‘‘You are perfectly safe, twin dear,” he called 
to her. “Uncle Ben and Aunt Nell are close behind 
us. I just caught a glimpse at them laughing over 
the lark we are having.” 

Thus made easy in her mind, Lucy proceeded to 
enjoy the odd sights around her. First of all were 
the funny signboards in front of the shops. Some 
of them stood on pedestals of granite. Others hung 
down from posts set in the walls of the building. 
All of them bore queer characters bright with paint 
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TWIN TEAVELERS IN CHINA AND JAPAN 

and gilding, one above the other on the long narrow 
boards of painted wood. The fronts of the shops 
were different from any Lucy had ever seen before, 
as they were decorated with much carving, some of 
it very fine and in odd patterns. 

But the people I How sober were their yellow 
faces with slanting black eyes, noses that looked 
as if they must have been flattened by heavy blows 
when they were babies, and high cheek-bones! 
Many of the men had long queues hanging down 
their baeks from below close-fitting, silken caps. 
The coolies wore little clothing except loose cotton 
trousers this warm day, and the queues of many 
of them were twisted around their heads. But 
nearly every one else, men, women, and children, 
Lucy noticed, wore loose-fitting jackets and trousers, 
and shoes with soft, thick soles. 

There were few women to be seen except those 
of the working class. Chinese ladies, as Lucy had 
already heard, go seldom on tne streets, and then 
only in closely-curtained chairs. 

All at once the crowd parted and Lucy’s bearers 
stopped and drew to one side to let another chair 
pass by with. ease. It was borne by eight coolies, 
and the hangings were of handsome green cloth. In 
it sat a noble-looking Chinese gentleman in a long 
silken robe of deep purple. Broad sleeves hung 
down so far as to nearly cover his hands; but Lucy 
was able to see long finger nails reaching out several 
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caps have been put on to protect the nails. What 
queer fashions the Chinese have!” 

But already her attention had been turned to the 
wide sash about the gentleman’s waist. From it a 
pair of ivory chop sticks and a handsome tobacco 
case were hanging. As the gentleman moved on he 
opened a wide fan and began to fan himself. 

“He looks so grand he must be some high official,” 
Lucy decided. 

The gentleman was scarcely out of sight when our 
travelers heard a great din in front of a shop they 
were passing. It was made by a group of blind beg¬ 
gars who were making loud cries to the shopkeeper 
to give them some money. 

“Why doesn’t he call for police?” thought Joe 
indignantly. 

The lad did not know this would have done little 
good, and that the beggars of the city were banded 
together under a chief and are seldom arrested. 
So, for the sake of being left in peace, the shop¬ 
keeper threw a handful of coins to the beggars and 
they went away. 

The next minute Joe was grinning at the sight 
of a handsomely dressed Chinese dandy who was 
picking his way carefully through the crowd with a 
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TWIN TRAVELERS IN CHINA AND JAPAN 


bird cage in one hand. From time to time the young 
man looked tenderly at the feathered pet within. 

thought the boy who w^as watching him. 
^‘At home American ladies go about with fluffy 
poodles in their arms. But here it^s the men who 
carry pets about, and birds at that! But whaFs the 
matter nowT’ Joe’s chair had been suddenly 
brought to a standstill. So also had those of the 
rest of his party. Looking out, the boy could hear 
Wong explaining to his uncle the cause of the stop. 

‘‘A funeral procession is advancing,” he was say¬ 
ing. ‘‘Every one must give way before it.” 

And now the air was filled with a din which Lucy 
and her aunt thought was quite as horrible as that 
made by the beggars. But to Chinese ears it was 
noble music; moreover it was made by one of the 
best bands in the city. Some of the instruments 
were different from any the twins had ever seen be¬ 
fore. Among them were big metal drums which gave 
forth deafening sounds at every beat. Lucy held her 
hands to her ears tiU the band had passed on. 

Behind the musicians came coolies laden with 
huge, wonderful-shaped pieces made of flowers, and 
then other coolies bearing trays loaded with tempt¬ 
ing food spread out in dishes of finest porcelain. 

Next followed a number of men in white garments, 
and behind them were sedan chairs with closely- 
drawn curtains. 

“I suppose the women mourners are in the 

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SIGHTSEEING 

chairs,” thought Lucy. ‘‘But arenT there any chil¬ 
dren?” 

Her thought was answered, for now a dozen coo¬ 
lies advanced, holding up an immense canopy with 
curtains hanging down from the top. Beneath this 
canopy marched a group of boys and girls whose 
moving feet were the only part of them Lucy could 
see. 

And now still other coolies followed with more 
flowers, and more trays filled with dainty Chinese 
dishes. 

Solemn as a luneral procession generally seems, 
Joe had hard work to keep from laughing at the 
band of women in the middle of this one. They 
were evidently hired mourners. They pretended to 
be filled with grief, and kept rubbing their eyes with 
huge towels. 

“As if their tears were falling in bucketfuls,” Joe 
told his sister when the party had stopped at a res¬ 
taurant for lunch. 

“What a lovely place!” cried Lucy as she took 
her place with the others at a carved teakwood 
table and looked around her. “Chinese lanterns 
hanging from the ceiling, Chinese paintings on the 
walls and-” 

“Chinamen with towchangs—^Wong tells me that’s 
the Chinese name for queues, but IVe always called 
them pig-tails—to wait on us,” Joe broke in. 

“It is certainly pleasant here,” said Mrs. An- 

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drews. ‘‘I can eat my lunch in this nice place with¬ 
out fear of what I may be swallowing, as Wong 
has told us that travelers from the West often visit 
this restaurant.’^ 

‘‘What shall we order?” asked her husband. 
“For one thing I think some venison would be good. 
There are many deer in China, I understand, so 
the dish is very common.” 

“And I’ll certainly ask for a pot of tea,” said 
Mrs. Andrews. “It will be most refreshing, and 
will seem all the more delicious as I think of its 
being raised in this country.” 

“The waiter won’t bring ynu any milk for it. I’ll 
just-” 

“Don’t forget and say bet, Joe,” Lucy inter¬ 
rupted. “You know you’ve agreed to pay me a for¬ 
feit of two cash every time yon use the word.” 

“Hm! I was going to say guess. So, Lucy Gray¬ 
son! As fqr a fine of two cash, that isn’t much of 
a forfeit, remember, when it takes five cash to equal 
the value of one cent. Listen!” 

With that Joe began to jingle the coin that nearly 
filled one of his pockets. “Anybody hearing that 
at home would think I had piles of spending money, 
wouldn’t he?” 

“Many a poor coolie is pleased Then he has ten 
cents’ worth of cash to spend in a day,” said Mr. 
Andrews in a serious voice. “The Chinese can 
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teach us how to live cheaply better than any people 
I know.’’ 

‘‘Most of them have to live cheaply,” remarked 
Mrs. Andrews. “However, suppose we finish mak¬ 
ing out our lunch order.” 

“I’d like some preserved plums,” said Lucy 
promptly. “And a dish of rice, of course, with 
chicken and vegetables all cut up in it. ’ ’ 

“A bird’s nest for me,” added Joe promptly. “I 
asked our waiter at the hotel about birds’ nests. He 
says they are delicious. A kind of swallow makes 
them. The feathers of the lining are scraped away 
and the nests are washed carefully before they are 
cooked. When ready for the table birds’ nests are 
quite white and taste a little like blancmange.” 

“The Chinese end a dinner with soup and begin 
it with what we would consider dessert,” said Mr. 
Andrews. “Now, suppose we begin our lunch with 
a particularly delicious dish—cockroaches stewed 
in honey.” 

“Ugh! Ugh!” cried the twins, while Mrs. An¬ 
drews turned white. 

“But the Chinese consider them ever so good,” 
persisted Mr. Andrews. “They also think a dish 
of worms, when fried crisp, almost as good as 
stewed cockroaches.” 

“The chickens can have my share,” said Joe with 
a look of disgust. 

“Oh, dear!” exclaimed Lucy, who had just no- 
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ticed a Chinaman eating at a nearby table. ^‘Will 
we have to use chop-sticks? I^m sure I couldn^t use 
them to-day, anyway.’’ 

“Don’t worry. Here comes the waiter with 
knives and forks. He knows we are Americans,” 
said Joe with a laugh. “He’s been watching us 
ever since we came into the restaurant. I guess 
you and I, Lucy, are curiosities to him. Yellow¬ 
haired, white twins can’t be very common in this 
city.” 

“Ah! this spread looks delicious,” said Mr. An¬ 
drews as a dish of well-cooked venison was placed 
in front of him and around it other foods quite 
as tempting. There were the rice and chicken Lucy 
had asked for, the birds’ nests which Joe had pro¬ 
posed, besides pickled nuts, rich preserves and some 
smoking bamboo shoots which looked much like 
asparagus. 

“I thought we would enjoy these shoots,” said 
Mrs. Andrews, when she had tasted them. “But 
they are almost as tough as leather. The Chinese 
evidently like them half cooked.” 

As the party ate they talked merrily of what they 
had seen that morning, while at the same time Joe 
and Lucy stole many a glance at two Chinamen sit¬ 
ting at the next table. The Chinamen were eating 
with bamboo chop-sticks held between the thumb and 
finger of the right hand. With these the food was 
brought to the eaters’ mouths without dropping a 
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particle. So deftly the Chinamen ate that the bowls 
in front of them were soon emptied, and they were 
ready for the balls of bean meal cooked in sugar 
which formed their next course. 

After that the waiter brought them a dish of eggs 
served with seaweed. The twins’ eyes opened wide 
at sight of it. 

‘‘Perhaps those eggs are forty years old,” Joe 
whispered to his sister. “Wong tells me that to 
the Chinese taste the older eggs are the better, and 
that they aren’t thought fit to eat till forty days 
after being laid.” 

At this Lucy shuddered, as she answered, “I’ll 
eat no eggs in China! ’ ’ 

When lunch was finished our travelers started out 
to visit some of the shops and markets. Just as 
in India, they found that articles of only one kind 
were to be found in a street, and that they could 
watch the people making them there, as well as buy 
them all finished. 

Lucy and her aunt laughed as they rode through 
the “Street of Tooth-brushes.” Many hogs are 
raised in China as the people eat quantities of pork, 
so bristles for tooth-brushes are plentiful. A great 
part of the brushes, however, are sent to other 
lands, America receiving most of all. 

Such queer names as the streets had! One of them 
was the “Street of Benevolence,” and another was 
the “Street of One Thousand Grandsons.” A third 
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one, where Lucy kept her nose covered because of 
the disagreeable smells, was ‘‘The Street of Re¬ 
freshing Breezes.’’ 

The streets were so narrow they were scarcely 
more than lanes. Many of them had coverings of 
matting or plates of oyster shell so that the hot sun 
should not shine down upon the people below nor 
upon the wares spread upon the counters in front 
of many of the shops. 

Our travelers stopped at a shop whose signboard 
bore the Chinese characters standing for “Never- 
ending success.” There were rich silks here, and 
after looking at the tempting colors for a long while, 
Mrs. Andrews purchased a piece of deep blue silk 
for her little niece. 

“I will have it made in Chinese fashion,” she 
promised herself. “It shall have a loose tunic with 
wide sleeves embroidered with gold thread, and the 
sash shall be wide, of course. By and by I’ll pur¬ 
chase some scarlet satin slippers. Then, when we 
go back to New York, Lucy can appear as a Chinese 
maiden at a party I’ll give her.” 

While the little lady was making the purchase the 
rest of the party were looking around the shop 
at the handsome counters and shelves of polished 
wood, and at the shrine at one side. It was a sacred 
spot to the owner. Every morning he worshiped 
at this shrine, and burned incense there in honor 
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of the god who, he believed, presided over the silk 
trade. 

In another street the travelers passed shop after 
shop where exquisite porcelain was for sale, and 
Mr. Andrews was not satisfied till he had purchased 
a tea-set for his wife. It was decorated with birds 
having long, graceful tails whose feathers were 
partly yellow, partly scarlet. The backs of the birds 
were of the richest yellow, and their throats and 
breasts were of a glorious purple. 

‘‘They are pheasants, I havenT a doubt,Mr. 
Andrews cried with boyish pleasure. “They are 
often seen here in China, Wong tells me.’^ 

Soon afterwards the party visited a jeweler’s 
shop where many jade ornaments were for sale. 

“Jade is such a beautiful green, I don’t wonder 
it is a favorite stone with the Chinese,” remarked 
Mrs. Andrews. “Yet I don’t understand why they 
prefer it to diamonds.” 

Last of all, our travelers went to the markets, and 
there Joe and Lucy were often amused at the things 
they saw for sale. Among them were eggs as black 
as ink, which Wong explained were very valuable 
because they were perhaps a hundred years old. 

Besides vegetables which were familiar to the 
twins, they saw the petals of chrysanthemums and 
other fiowers ready for eating; and there were quan¬ 
tities of preserved ginger and sugar cane, and pre¬ 
served melon and lotus root. 

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Lucy watched two little Chinese hoys in bright 
red, picking out bits of these dainties with wire forks 
ready for this purpose. For each bit they handed 
the shopkeeper one or two cash. As they went 
away munching the dainties, Wong said to Joe: ‘^A 
Chinaman likes something in his mouth all the time. 
Maybe it is a melon seed, maybe a bit of sugar 
cane.’^ 

Of course there were quantities of rice for sale 
in the market, and bean meal and shell fish of dif¬ 
ferent kinds. There was pork in plenty, and in a 
barrel Joe passed he noticed what Wong told him 
were dried cockroaches. 

There were chickens and ducks and geese in great 
numbers too. But what made Joe and his sister 
feel bad was the sight of live cats and dogs in cages, 
as well as dead ones, hung up for sale. And there 
were stands where cat and dog flesh were being 
cooked for the buyers who stood there waiting to 
carry away packages of the hot meat. 

Never a dimple could be seen in Lucy’s pretty 
face now. As she looked at the sight before her, 
her mouth quivered. 

‘‘I suppose,” said Joe, trying to comfort his sis¬ 
ter, ‘‘it isn’t really any worse to eat dog meat than 
lamb or chicken, or even little sucking pigs.” 

“But dogs know so much,” Lucy answered 
quickly. 


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‘‘I think we’ve seen enough for one day,” said 
Mr. Andrews, coming up to the children and glanc¬ 
ing at his niece’s face. ‘‘Suppose we go back to our 
hotel for dinner and a good night’s sleep.” 


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CHAPTER III 


IN THE LONG AGO 

“T ^TELL, children/’ said Mrs. Andrews, ‘‘from 

V V what you have seen to-day, what do you 
think of China!” 

“That it must be the queerest place in the world,” 
said Joe promptly. 

“7 think I’d get lost if I were left alone anywhere 
in it for five minutes. I certainly could never have 
found my way back to this hotel from the minute 
we passed through the city gate.” Lucy drew a 
long face. 

“Nor I.” Mr. Andrews laughed. “That’s why I 
hired Wong to go about with us. Canton is the 
most confusing place I ever visited. But we must 
remember that the cities form a small part of China. 
It’s an immense country. Why, China proper is 
nearly one-half the size of the United States and 
there are still other provinces which make the re¬ 
public a vast one indeed.” 

“What old faces the Chinese have!” said Joe. 
“Even the children look old.” 

“China itself is old—^very old,” Mr. Andrews 
said. “When most of the people of the Western 
world were living like savages, the Chinese built 

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strong cities; had printed books; erected mighty 
walls and bridges. They invented the compass, 
using it more than two thousand years before Jesus 
lived. They were the first people in the world to 
make silk, and wore rich silken garments when the 
people of the West clad themselves in the skins of 
wild animals. They found out how to make deli¬ 
cate porcelain, and drank from cups as thin as egg 
shells when people in other lands used heavy earth¬ 
enware. They studied the stars; they wrote lofty 
poems, and books filled with helpful thoughts.’’ 

“Whew!” Joe whistled. “But you can’t claim 
they are ahead of us now. Uncle Ben!” he added 
quickly. 

“No, my lad. They seem to have gone to sleep, or 
fallen into a doze at any rate, and remained dozing 
for several thousand years. That is why we will 
find Chinese farmers with the same kind of plows 
their ancestors used. We will see people paddling 
along the rivers and canals in clumsy boats exactly 
like those made two or three thousand years ago. 
Even the Chinese coins which you are rattling in 
your pockets are of the same kind as those spent by 
the boys and girls of the long ago of China.” 

“But China is waking up now, isn’t she?” Lucy 
asked hopefully. “You told us on the voyage here 
that its government is better than it has been be¬ 
cause it’s a republic now. You also said how much 
white missionaries have taught the people, and that 
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IN THE LONG AGO 


many young Chinamen are being sent to the United 
States to learn our ways and get a good educa¬ 
tion.’’ 

“Yes, and you spoke too about the Chinese gov¬ 
ernment working hard to keep opium from being 
imported into the country. I suppose,” Joe went 
on thoughtfully, “the use of that awful drug has 
been one cause of the people going to sleep.” 

“I have no doubt of it.” Mr. Andrews spoke 
sadly. “Opium deadens the mind and weakens the 
body.” 

^‘Two Chinamen who were almost skeletons 
passed me to-day,” said Mrs. Andrews. “Proba¬ 
bly they are sufferers from the opium habit, and 
will soon die from its use.” 

“I wonder if Marco Polo found the Chinese smok¬ 
ing opium,” said Joe. “Now I think of it, I guess 
no white man ever had a better chance to see the 
country than he did. I’d like to have been with 
him.” 

“Why, Joe?” asked Lucy, who had not read as 
much about the noted Italian as her brother. 

“Because the Chinese emperor actually made him 
the governor of a province! It’s one of the most 
interesting things I ever heard of,” the boy ran 
on, “the way Marco Polo’s father and uncle trav¬ 
eled from Europe to China away back in the thir¬ 
teenth century, and were kindly treated by people 
who had never seen a white man before, yet were 
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ready to listen to the stories their visitors told them 
about Europe. They were so filled with wonder at 
what they heard, they even wrote a letter for the 
two Polos to carry back to Italy, asking for one hun¬ 
dred wise white men to be sent to China to teach her 
people.” 

‘‘Weill” Lucy^s eyes were full of questioning. 
“Did the one hundred wise men go!” 

“Indeed they didnT, because I suppose so many 
couldnT be gathered together in those days. But 
young Marco went back with his father and uncle. 
It took them four years to get there, too! But they 
were rewarded because the Chinese received them 
with great honor. They admired young Marco par¬ 
ticularly, and he was made the governor of a town, 
as I said before. He held that post for three years.” 

“Afterwards, when he returned to Italy, he wrote 
the story of his life in China. But what do you 
think! His own people wouldn’t believe a great 
deal of what he said—^it was so marvelous.” 

“It might be hard for some of the boys and girls 
in our country to believe all that we could tell them 
of our sightseeing to-day,” said Lucy merrily. 

“Uncle Ben, are you going to take us all through 
China I” asked Joe eagerly. “I hope so.” 

“No, Joe.” Mr. Andrews shook his head. “One 
reason is that we haven’t the time to spare. An¬ 
other is that our traveling wouldn’t be as safe and 
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IN THE LONG AGO 


comfortable as it was in India, thanks to the fine 
railroads the British have built there.” 

Mr. Andrews stopped for a moment and looked 
into his nephew’s earnest face with a smile. 

Then he went on: ‘‘A large part of the plains of 
Eastern China is cut up into tiny farms; while far¬ 
ther back, in the mountainous country, men also 
work hard to raise enough grain to feed their fam¬ 
ilies, even though the soil is rocky.” 

‘‘There are farms not far from us here in Can¬ 
ton, aren’t there?” asked Lucy. 

“Yes, and we will ride out to see them this week. 
From there I guess we can get a good idea of those 
in other parts of the country.” 

“But the crops can’t be of the same kind all over 
China,” observed Joe. “Here in the south it’s very 
warm; but farther north it must be much cooler.” 

“Just so. Consequently,” said Mr. Andrews, 
“cotton and rice and sugar grow best here. Then, 
as the tropical lands are left behind, the tea plan¬ 
tations are found, and north of these, wheat, corn 
and the like are raised on the farms.” 

“Gee! China is a big country,” cried Joe. 

“And a very rich one,” his uncle went on. “It 
is rich in the soil of its farms, and rich also in 
minerals. The mountains contain great quantities 
of coal and iron. And yet”—Mr. Andrews spoke 
sadly now—“the people are for the most part very 
poor and there are many millions of them who barely 
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manage to raise enough food to keep themselves 
and their families alive/’ 

‘‘Oh, dear!” Lucy sighed. “In India it made me 
feel bad to hear of so many starving children. And 
now you tell me that in China they have a hard time 
too. It must be even harder for most of the girls 
here because they have their feet bound.” 

As she finished the sentence Lucy jumped up from 
her chair excitedly and with flashing eyes went on: 
“The little girls I saw to-day, hobbling along on 
poor little stubs of feet, almost made me cry. 
‘Golden lilies,’ the Chinese call them. What a 
ridiculous name to give to feet like those! Only 
think of what the girls have to suffer month after 
month while their feet are being deformed so hor¬ 
ribly ! ’ ’ 

“We may well be thankful, Lucy, that foot bind¬ 
ing is being slowly done away with,” Mrs. Andrews 
said comfortingly. “Societies opposed to the prac¬ 
tice are being formed all over China.” 

“I wonder if the Chinese have always bound their 
daughters’ feet,” said Lucy. 

“For fourteen hundred years or more, I believe,” 
answered her uncle. “In the long ago one of the 
wives of a certain emperor thought she might please 
her lord by making her feet like the ‘new moon.’ 
We can blame her for setting one of the worst fash¬ 
ions ever thought of by human beings.” 

“In one respect the poor girls in this country 

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IN THE LONG AGO 


are better off than the daughters of the rich,’’ con¬ 
tinued Mrs. Andrews. ‘‘The feet of many of them 
have not been bound, because they could work bet¬ 
ter with feet left in the shape Mother Nature gave 
them.” 

“But rich girls have had to suffer enough!” said 
Joe hotly. “No getting out of foot-binding for them, 
poor things! Otherwise, when they grew up their 
parents couldn’t have found husbands for them and 
they would have felt disgraced co the end of their 
days. ’ ’ 

“I wonder if somebody once set the fashion for the 
men of wearing their hair in queues,” said Lucy. 

“That custom started in a very different way 
from the one of foot-binding,” answered Mr. An¬ 
drews quickly. “It came about when the Manchus 
marched down from the north and conquered China. 
They ordered that every Chinaman must henceforth 
wear a queue as a sign of his being a subject gf 
Manchuria. From that time on, every boy’s head 
in the country was shaved except on the crown where 
the hair was allowed to grow, and from there to 
hang down the back in a long braid. ’ ’ 

“Now, the Chinese are a wily people,” Mr. An¬ 
drews went on with a laugh. “While they did as 
they were commanded, they soon brought it about 
that the queue was a mark of honor because every 
criminal was ordered to have it cut off on his en¬ 
trance into prison.” 


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passed a funny sight to-day.’’ Joe chuckled: 
‘ ^ Two Chinamen were quarreling at a street corner. 
They got angry and began to fight. In the scuffle 
they pulled each other’s pig-tails so hard that it 
made them cry out more than once.” 

‘‘Were the Chinese always free till the Manchus 
conquered them?” asked Lucy. 

“For two or three million years they claim that 
they were a powerful people,” Mr. Andrews re¬ 
plied. ‘ ‘ They will tell you, perhaps, that their earli¬ 
est rulers were gods from heaven and that after 
these gods giants came, who worked magic and had 
lives thousands of years long. But these things are 
told of only in the legends of the people, remember. 

“In their books of history, however, there are 
stories of an emperor who ruled nearly three thou¬ 
sand years ago and who taught his subjects to live 
in peace with each other, and who invented, as many 
Chinese believe, the arts of music and numbers.” 

“Three thousand years ago!” cried Joe. “The 
Chinese children have a good deal of history to 
learn, I reckon.” 

“Books of history we can depend on go back 
only eight or nine hundred years before Christ,” 
Mr. Andrews said with a smile. “And the first 
Chinaman who became a really great emperor was 
Ching Wong, who set up his rule over the country 
about 200 B.c. and had many a fight with the Tar¬ 
tars, wild soldier-people who lived north of China. 

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IN THE LONG AGO 


It was Ching Wong who built the Great Wall of 
China to shut out the Tartars. A tremendous un¬ 
dertaking it was too—one of the wonders of the 
world.’’ 

‘‘I wish we could visit the Great Wall.” Joe 
spoke as if he did not have much hope of doing so. 

Mr. Andrews shook his head doubtfully. 

‘‘Did the Chinese have any other great ruler be¬ 
sides Ching Wong?” asked Lucy. 

“Indeed, yes. They have had several emperors 
noted for their great deeds. One of these was 
Kublai Khan, the emperor who entertained Marco 
Polo and who completed the Grand Canal, a work 
almost as wonderful as that of the Great Wall.” 

“Shall we see the Grand Canal?” broke in Joe. 

“Before many days, and we shall see for our¬ 
selves what a useful waterway it is through the 
country.” 

“What happened after the rule of Kublai Khan?” 
persisted Lucy. 

“One ruler followed another, holding the people 
together more or less successfully. Then came the 
Mings, one of whom, Yung, was a strong sovereign. 
But after him there were several weak ones. 

“At last a rebellion broke out among the people. 
The commander of the Chinese army could not put 
it down. ‘Come and help me,’ he begged the 
Manchu Tartars beyond the Great Wall. 

“They did as he asked and succeeded in putting 
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down the rebellion. Then, naturally, the Manchus 
refused to leave China to herself, and set up their 
own government there. And they kept their rule 
over the country till only a short time ago, when 
China had a revolution and became a republic. ’ ^ 

^‘I’m sorry,’’ said Joe, gaping, ‘‘but I’m afraid 
I’m too sleepy to listen to anything more about the 
history of China to-night.” 

“You and Lucy ought to have been in bed an hour 
ago, ’ ’ said his aunt, looking at her watch. ‘ ‘ But I’ve 
been so interested in what your uncle was telling 
us that I forgot how tired you must be*” 


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CHAPTER IV 


THE LETTER TO FU AND MU 

“T ’M going to call this afternoon on my old friend, 

X Dr. Dickson,’’ said Mr. Andrews, coming into 
the private sitting-room of the hotel where his wife 
and the twins were reading. ‘‘Joe, would you like 
to go with me? I feel sure the Doctor is jolly as 
ever, though I haven’t seen him since the day we 
two graduated from college. Even then he had de¬ 
cided to become a medical missionary and go to 
China.” 

“While you, planning to go into business, liked 
boys and girls so much that you promised yourself 
to be a Sunday-school teacher,” said Mrs. Andrews 
with a smile. 

“It couldn’t have been long afterwards that you 
became a Sunday-school superintendent,” said Joe. 
“And that’s why you wanted to visit the East so 
you could tell the children at home all about the 
life here. Maybe some of them, after listening to 
your stories, will want to become missionaries.” 

“Maybe, Joe. I don’t see how they can help 
it. Well, let us start. Wong and the chair-bearers 
are waiting for us in front of the hotel.” 

“I’m going to spend the afternoon writing to 
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Daddy and Mummie/’ Lucy told her aunt as her 
uncle and Joe disappeared. 

‘‘I will write a letter too,” said Mrs. Andrews. 
‘‘WeVe done so much sightseeing the last few days 
it will do us both good to keep quiet.” 

Five minutes afterwards two pens were busily 
at work, as Lucy and her aunt described scenes in 
Canton on paper. 

Lucy smiled as she began her letter to ‘‘Dear Fu 
and Mu.” 

“That’s a funny way of addressing one’s father 
and mother, isn’t it?” she wrote on. “But when 
one is in China, one should do as the Chinese do, 
don’t you think so? 

“First of all, I want to tell you how glad we 
all were to get your letters when we arrived in 
Canton and to learn that you were well and happy, 
and pleased that Joe and I are having such a won¬ 
derful time. 

“I wish. Daddy dear, you’d hurry up and make 
a fortune down there in South America. Then you 
and Mummie could go traveling with Joe and me to 
other places in the world after Uncle Ben’s vacation 
is over and he and Aunt Nell have to go back to 
New York. 

“Oh, what fun it would be if you could sail up 
here to China to meet us! But I suppose you are 
too busy shipping coffee away from Rio to think 
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THE LETTER TO FU AND MU 


of leaving now, so Joe and I must use our eyes here 
for you and Mummie dear. 

‘‘Such strange things as we have been seeing ever 
since we reached Canton! What would you think 
of looking on at a fight between two crickets ? I saw 
this very thing happen at a street corner yesterday. 
A Chinaman held a tray with a wide rim in his 
hands, and on it were two crickets whose heads he 
kept tickling till they got angry and flew fiercely at 
each other. A crowd of people gathered around the 
tiny fighters seemed greatly amused. 

“Or how would you enjoy the puppet show Joe 
and I saw this morning? This, too, was in the street. 
The puppets were worked with strings from behind 
the stand, and we watched the play, which was very 
funny, through the glass front of the stand. We 
might not have stopped to see it if the man who 
owned it had not struck a gong to get our attention. 

“You might want something to eat as you ride 
along in your sedan chair. So, perhaps, you would 
like to buy one of the long green sticks a peddler 
offers you. It is sugar cane. You bite off a piece, 
suck the juice from it, and then throw it away. 

“But if you are really hungry you may wish to 
buy a dish of hot soup from the man who is pass¬ 
ing you with a portable kitchen. Or perhaps you 
would prefer some cakes which another peddler is 
frying over a tiny charcoal stove. They are made of 
bean meal and look quite tempting. 

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‘‘You must not spend'too much time eating or 
watching that juggler making believe cut off a man’s 
head, because there are some sights that you would 
not miss for anything. 

“For instance, you must certainly visit the Tem¬ 
ple of Five Hundred Genii. It is full of idols, some 
of them most dreadful to look at. The priests carry 
fans. But so, for that matter, does nearly every 
other Chinaman I’ve seen. Oh, you must certainly 
notice the gilded statue of Marco Polo in the Tem¬ 
ple before you leave, and perhaps you will do what 
the Chinaman ahead of you is doing. He is lighting 
some joss sticks and placing them in a vase in front 
of the statue. It is easy to see that Marco Polo is 
still honored in this country. 

“There are over one hundred temples in Canton, 
but you won’t care to visit them all. Of course 
you will go to the Ancestors’ Temple, which I sup¬ 
pose is the grandest and best kept one. It is deco¬ 
rated in the most fanciful way, but I suppose every 
figure carved on it has a meaning for the Chinese 
worshipers. 

‘ ‘ The Chinese, you know, worship their ancestors 
—that is, all who have not become Christians, and 
the number of‘ Christians is not very large yet. 
Isn’t it a strange idea, to keep doing honor and 
saying prayers to dead people? The more faithfully 
the Chinese worship their ancestors, and the more 
sons are born to parents to keep up the worship, 
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THE LETTER TO FU AND MU 

the better for them, they believe. And so there 
are shrines in the homes, and shrines in the shops, 
and shrines to be seen wherever one goes, where 
incense is being burned as an offering to one’s an¬ 
cestors. 

‘ ‘ Uncle Ben says that there are three religions 
here in China—Buddhism, Taoism, and Confucian¬ 
ism, but the principal belief is that the people must 
worship their dead. They fear, if they don’t give 
enough thought to them, their ancestors will pun¬ 
ish them in one way or another. 

‘‘I understand that Confucius was a very wise 
man. He taught his people to treat their parents 
with tender love, and that they should honor their 
memory. But after he died his followers twisted 
his teachings into such a knot they came to believe 
he meant them to worship their ancestors. They 
don’t dare nowadays to do anything different. Isn’t 
it sad? 

‘‘But dear me! Let’s return to our sightseeing. 
We will go to a very strange place now—the City 
of the Dead. 

“We want a bright sunny day for this visit, as 
the City of the Dead is not very cheerful. 

“Ah! here we are. We find ourselves walking 
through a passage-way with avenues on each side 
bordered with flowers. Along our way are hand¬ 
somely decorated jars, as well as many banners and 
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altars. On the altars are objects, bright with tinsel 
and gilt, representing flowers and animals. 

‘‘We are so busy looking at these that at first 
we do not notice the stalls on either side of the 
arcade. We peer into these stalls and discover they 
hold coffins waiting for the right time to be buried. 

“ ‘The right timeP I asked our guide Wong. 

“ ‘Yes,’ he answered. ‘My people sometimes wait 
months before the priests decide where the body 
had best be buried, and whether the time has come 
when it will be well for the soul who dwelt in it for 
the burial to take place.’ 

“Isn’t that odd? And isn’t it also odd that the 
Chinese wear white when they are in mourning? 
For my part, I like it better than black which helps 
to keep folks gloomy. Don’t you think so? 

“I haven’t told you half that I wish, but my hand 
is tired writing so I will stop for to-day. 

“Most lovingly, 

“Your happy daughter, 

“Lucy.” 

As Lucy wrote the last word she looked up to find 
that her aunt had left the room without her know¬ 
ing it. The next instant Joe came bursting in with 
rosy cheeks and eyes aglow. 

“ I’ve had a great time, twin dear, ’ ’ he said. ‘ ‘ Dr. 
Dickson is as jolly as can be—^you’d never think he 
is a missionary physician. His son John is just like 
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him. John has yellow hair and blue eyes like us 
twins—is a year older than us and, only think! he 
was born here in China and has never been to the 
United States. That comes pretty near being 
Chinese, doesn’t it?” 

Lucy joined in her brother’s laugh. 

‘‘Is he coming over here to see us?” she asked. 

“Yes, and he’s going to bring his adopted sister 
Gundi with him. She’s really Chinese—^black hair, 
slanting eyes, and all that. She’s ever so nice, 
though very quiet. John seems very fond of her.” 

“I’m so glad we are to get acquainted.” Lucy 
clapped her hands. 

“Yes! Dr. Dickson and Uncle Ben have agreed 
that our families are to take trips together on the 
river and out into the country. And, oh, Lucy!” Joe 
ran on, “what do you think! John has almost been 
on a tiger hunt.” 

**Almost!^^ Lucy laughed merrily. 

“I mean just that—^you needn’t make fun of me, 
either. He went with a hunting party nearly to the 
place where tigers—the regular man-eating kind— 
are found. They hide in caves in the wild country 
beyond us, and a hunter takes his life in his hand 
when he enters one of those caves, because the way 
in is the only way out. The man often has to crawl 
on his belly through the narrowest sort of passage. 
Then, as it opens up, he peers carefully ahead of 
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him with only a torch to throw light into the dark¬ 
ness. 

‘‘At any moment the wicked green eyes of a snarl¬ 
ing tiger may appear close in front of him. One 
spring of the beast, one snap of his sharp teeth, and 
the end of that hunter! So he must be cool and 
quick, and his shot must hit a vital spot.’’ 

Lucy shuddered. “Did John Dickson tell you all 
thatr’ she asked. 

“Yes, and a heap more. He described the way a 
farmer he heard about saved his life by keeping cool. 
He was some distance from the village, and night 
was coming on. Suddenly he heard a stealthy stride 
through the tall grass at his side. He knew what 
that meant—a tiger was close upon him.” 

“What did he do?” said Lucy breathlessly. 

“Opening an umbrella he had in his hand, he 
pointed it at the beast. You’d scarcely believe it, 
Lucy, but that tiger turned tail, and fled! Some¬ 
times a little thing causes fear, doesn’t it? Any¬ 
how, that man-eater was scared at the sight of an 
umbrella.” 

“How strange!” said Lucy. “But tell me, does 
John Dickson go to school here in Canton?” 

“His father taught him till a year ago. But as 
there is a good American school here where boys 
are fitted for college, John has been to it lately. 
When he graduates he’s going to the United States 
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to finish his education and he trained to become a 
physician.’’ 

‘‘And say, Lucy!” Joe ran on, “he told me a lot 
about Chinese schools—the old sort where only boys 
go. There haven’t been schools of any kind for girls 
till recently. Their fathers haven’t thought them 
worth having an education. ’ ’ 

“I wonder if John can read Chinese books. I 
looked through one the other day, and found it full 
of funny signs such as we see in front of the shops.” 

“Yes, John told me he has read several of the 
books. But it took him a long time before he could 
make much out of the simplest stories. The Chinese, 
so he told me, haven’t any alphabet—only signs. 
John gave me my first lesson in the written lan¬ 
guage. Look I ’ ’ 

As Joe spoke he drew a paper out of his pocket 
and held it up before Lucy’s eyes. 

“I made these characters myself,” he went on. 
“See how easy it is to make the word man—two 
strokes of your brush and you have it. The Chinese 
don’t use pens, but brushes of camel’s hair stuck into 
bamboo handles. John has practiced using one of 
these brushes so he can write as fast as a China¬ 
man, I guess. It seems simple enough, doesn’t it? 
But since there are many thousands of signs in the 
language, there’s a deal to learn.” 

“And this is another thing John told me,” Joe 
continued. “You mustn’t try to read Chinese in 
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the same way as you do English. You must begin 
at the right of a page and read from the bottom of 
the column upwards.” 

‘^How funny!” Lucy laughed. ^‘So many things 
in China seem topsy-turvy to me. I wonder if the 
schools are at all like schools in the United States. 
Did John tell you anything about themf” 

‘‘Yes! He spoke of how much they are improv¬ 
ing, and that there are ever so many more good 
ones than there used to be. There are some girls ^ 
schools now, and once upon a time there were none. 
And there are a few colleges in the country. John 
says the Chinese admire learning. But he made me 
laugh over his description of the old-fashioned 
schools. To begin with, the pupils not only study 
their lessons aloud, but when they recite they stand 
with their backs to the teacher. Poor things! 
School lasts all day long and every day in the week, 
because most Chinese, as weVe found out already, 
donT observe Sunday.” 

“What a shame,” Lucy put in, “that they don’t 
even know the meaning of Sunday!” 

“Of course it is!” Joe’s eyes flashed. The next 
minute he added: “But they do have some pleasant 
holidays—New Year’s, for instance, which I guess 
is the best one. Then, when there’s a new moon, 
the people sometimes have a celebration, and also 
when the moon is full. And there are flower festi- 
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vals when certain trees and plants are in blossom, 
and everybody goes outdoors to enjoy them.’’ 

suppose iVs a great day for a Chinese boy 
when be goes to school for the first time.’’ 

^^Yes indeedy! He is as proud as a peacock, so 
John says, when the time comes for him to be 
given into the bands of the schoolmaster. He puts 
on a long coat that reaches to his ankles; a close 
cap is placed on his head, and he marches down 
the street beside his father to the school chosen for 
him.” 

What happens when he gets there?” asked Lucy. 

‘^He makes a deep how to the teacher. He also 
bows low before a tablet sacred to the wise Con¬ 
fucius. Then, perhaps, according to the old custom, 
he receives a new name. It may be ^Son of Wis¬ 
dom’ perhaps.” 

After this he takes his place among the other 
pupils who scarcely dare to look at him lest they 
get a beating. No Chinese school for me!” Joe’s 
eyes danced. 

^‘Hm! Aunt Nell has told me that Chinese chil¬ 
dren are sometimes pinched instead of beaten.” 
Lucy spoke indignantly. ‘‘W^at do you think of 
that, Joe Grayson?” 

“That I’m glad I was born in the U. S. A. Also, 
twin dear, that I had forgotten having bought some¬ 
thing from a street peddler for you. See!” 

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As Joe spoke he took a package out of his pocket 
and handed it to his sister. 

‘‘OhI oh!’’ exclaimed Lucy as she opened the 
package and lifted out one tiny doll after another 
made of candied sugar. 

“These are too odd to eat,” she exclaimed in de¬ 
light. “Why, they look like real Chinamen. I’ll 
save them to take home for curiosities.” 


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CHAPTER V 


A CHINESE WEDDING 

“T ’M as glad as can be to see you, Gundi dear,” 

A said Lucy as she helped her young friend take 
off her coat. ‘‘We can have a nice time together 
all the morning. Then this afternoon Joe and John 
will be back from their trip into the country with 
Uncle Ben, and perhaps we’ll have a boat ride on the 
river. ’ ’ 

Gundi’s black eyes shone. They were often a lit¬ 
tle sad, but they were very happy now as she looked 
into Lucy’s loving face. 

“It was good to have a holiday so I could come 
to visit you,” she answered. “But I love my school, 
—my mother-teacher is so kind and makes the les¬ 
sons so easy.” Gundi often called Mrs. Dickson, 
whom she loved dearly, “Mother-teacher.” 

“How dreadful it would have been if she had not 
found me,” Gundi told Lucy later on as the two 
girls were walking arm in arm under the trees. 
“Think of it! my father did not like to look at me. 
He said he already had too many daughters, but 
sons were always welcome. He scowled at my 
mother as he spoke and that made her eyes look 
like rain-clouds, so heavy they were. Oh, she was 
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very sorry for me that I was a girl and was to 
suffer like other girls! 

‘‘Yet she, my own dear mother,’’ Gundi went on, 
“hound my feet, though knowing the pain it must 
bring me. Her own feet had been hound, else she 
would have been a disgrace to her family. 

“So, in love, she began t)ie bending of mine into 
clumsy stubs.” Gundi spoke bitterly. “Each day 
the suffering grew worse. Night after night I lay 
awake in my bed, with tears rolling down my cheeks. 
Sometimes I sobbed, though I tried not to make a 
sound. Then, perhaps, my mother would hobble 
into my room and pat my hot cheeks; and once or 
twice she took off the bandages and bathed my feet 
in hot water. 

“Lucy”—Gundi’s voice was very low now— 
“sometimes I wanted to die in those days. It 
seemed hard to have to live. I looked into the 
river, and longed to throw myself into it—I a little 
girl only four years old.” 

“Poor child!” said Lucy, gently pressing her 
friend’s arm. “How dreadful it was!” 

“But think! a friend was coming to help me, and 
I did not know it.” Gundi’s voice brightened. “It 
was Mrs. Dickson who had taken charge of the mis¬ 
sion school near my home. She visited my mother. 
Dr. Dickson had already made a friend of my fa¬ 
ther, so that he began to think kindly of Chris¬ 
tians. And before long—^before long, Lucy—I was 
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A CHINESE WEDDING 


sent to the mission school. And after a while Mrs. 
Dickson adopted me as her own little daughter. My 
feet were unbound and I was free and happy at 
last.’^ 

‘‘How lovely!’^ exclaimed Lucy. “I am so glad 
for you.’^ 

As the two girls talked on, Gundi told about the 
games she watched her brothers play before she left 
her Chinese home. 

“One of the games is blind-man’s buff,” she said, 
“and they play it just as American children do. 
Then there is a game which John says is like the 
English one of battledore and shuttlecock, only the 
boy hits the shuttlecock with his foot instead of with 
a wooden battledore. And there are tops. Oh, yes, 
my brothers had many tops. But they loved kite¬ 
flying better than anything else. They had kites 
made in different shapes, and my father and grand¬ 
father would often go with them on breezy days to 
fly them. Men in my country enjoy the sport as 
much as boys.” 

Lucy laughed. “Why shouldn’t they?” she said. 
“I always thought it must be fun to fly kites. And 
when I saw some beautiful ones in a shop the other 
day I told Joe I’d like to buy them and set them 
flying, even if I am a girl.” 

Nothing more was said for a few minutes. Then 
Lucy broke in, “I wish I could see a Chinese wed¬ 
ding procession. Wong told me there was to be a 
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grand one early this morning. But as he and Uncle 
Ben were to be away to-day, Aunt Nell said she and 
I must not think of going to look at it alone. ’ ’ 

you had been staying at my house you could 
have seen it start off, ^ ^ Gundi answered. ‘ ‘ The bride 
you heard about belongs to a wealthy family and her 
home is opposite mine. I watched her from my win¬ 
dow as she went away. An elegant red sedan chair 
had some time before been brought to her door and 
carried inside. 

could not see what next happened, but I imag¬ 
ined it all as I stood at my window. The picture 
was in my mind of the bride dressed in elegant red 
silk, and with her cheeks painted a bright red, hav¬ 
ing her head covered with a thick veil. Then she 
seated herself in the sedan chair into which four 
cakes of bread were thrown after her for good luck. 
The curtains were drawn close and she was carried 
outdoors. After that my eyes were kept busy watch¬ 
ing what happened. As the bride was borne down 
the street to her new home she was not alone, by 
any means. To begin with, her bridesmaids were 
close by in other chairs. In front of all marched 
men carrying gaily painted lanterns. 

‘‘There were still other men in the procession, 
some holding up an immense red umbrella, some of 
them carrying torches, and still others playing on 
musical instruments. Of course the brothers and 
friends of the bride also marched in the procession, 
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A CHINESE WEDDING 

and of course fireworks were sent off along the 
way. ’ ’ 

‘^But where was the bridegrooms^ Lucy looked 
puzzled. 

‘‘Waiting to receive the bride at his own home. 
And, Lucy, she had never met him—never looked 
at him in her life, never talked with him! His par¬ 
ents and hers had agreed on the marriage, and that 
settled it.” 

“Uncle Ben says that the Chinese are fast learn¬ 
ing the ways of Western people and finding many of 
them better than their own. So by and by, Gundi,” 
—Lucy spoke hopefully—“perhaps every girl in 
China will be as free and happy as you. No foot 
binding then! And no home without love in it I ” 

“Look!” cried Gundi. “Do you see a company 
moving this way?” 

“lUs our party back from the country!” ex¬ 
claimed Lucy in delight. “And Joe is waving his 
hand to us.” 

Shortly afterwards Mr. Andrews, Wong and the 
boys alighted in the hotel courtyard to find two lit¬ 
tle girls waiting for them with bright, eager faces, 
and ready to listen to the story of their adventures. 

“We’ve had the dandiest time, Lucy!” cried Joe, 
as his uncle and Wong went into the hotel. “Let’s 
go to the place where we caught sight of you and 
Gundi under the trees. Then John and I will tell 
you about the trip. 


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^‘To begin with/’ Joe ran on when the four chil¬ 
dren had settled themselves in a shady spot, ‘‘I’ve 
learned a lot about China the last few days. I’ve 
seen groves of mulberry trees, and watched water 
buffaloes at work. I’ve picked sugar cane to my 
heart’s content and sucked the sweet juice out of it 
till my mouth was tired. I’ve watched Chinese boys 
and girls gathering firewood—in other words, col¬ 
lecting dried grass and twigs for the tiny fires over 
which their mothers manage to cook the meals. 

“Oh, yes! and we visited a farm where peanuts 
are the principal thing raised. We visited another 
place where rice grows and the farmer gathers three 
crops of it in a year. We stayed all night in an 
uncomfortable Chinese inn. We-” 

“Joe, look at your sister,” John broke in laugh¬ 
ingly. “Don’t you see you have almost taken her 
breath away? Why not tell about one thing at a 
time?” 

“Well!” Then Joe stopped. “What shall we 
speak about first, John? Everything we saw was so 
interesting it’s hard to choose.” 

“Suppose we consider mulberry groves and silk 
raising,” suggested John. “I can remember—it 
wasn’t long ago, either, because China has been a 
republic such a little while—when the empress of 
China on a certain day each year cut off leaves from 
mulberry trees with golden scissors for her silk¬ 
worms to feed on. That was a great day for the 
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A CHINESE WEDDING 


whole country. Every woman who raised silkworms 
must have said to herself: Hf the empress sets me 
such an example as this, I must raise as many silk¬ 
worms as possible to spin cocoons for me.’ ” 

“Silkworms’ eggs are tiny things!” Gundi broke 
in, turning to Lucy. “And they are grayish white.” 
Then Gundi stopped and looked at her foster- 
brother. She was a very quiet girl and now, per¬ 
haps, thought she had been rude in breaking into 
John’s story. 

He smiled pleasantly, saying: “Explain what hap¬ 
pens, Gundi, when the eggs hatch. You once told 
me your aunt raises silkworms and you used to visit 
her often.” 

“Such tiny black worms crawl out of the eggs!” 
Gundi went on immediately. “They are so small 
one can scarcely see them. How hungry they are! 
They begin at once to feed upon the bits of mulberry 
leaves which are spread before them. Every half 
hour, all day long and all night, a fresh meal is set 
before them, so you can imagine that the women 
who tend them are kept very busy at first. But 
after a few days they are fed each hour only, and 
when they have reached full size the mulberry leaves 
are given them still less often.” Gundi stopped. 
Turning to her brother, she said, “Please go on with 
the story, John.” 

“While the worms are growing they take long 
naps every three or four days, ’ ’ said the boy. ‘ ‘ And 
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each time they sleep they cast off their skins, and 
new ones grow. When they are full-grown, at the 
great age of thirty-two days, they are ready for busi¬ 
ness. They are then about two inches long and as 
thick as your middle finger, Joe. No more hunger 
for tender mulberry leaves now! No time to sleep, 
either I They begin at once to spin the most beauti¬ 
ful threads in the world—delicate silken threads. 
Out from their mouths come the threads as the 
worms move their heads back and forth, never stop¬ 
ping till by the end of several days they have woven 
about them the silken prison-houses people call co¬ 
coons. After that they fall asleep.’’ 

‘‘And then?” asked Lucy quickly. 

“And then—I know you’ll feel sorry for them, 
Lucy—the women watchers carry the cocoons to a 
place where a slow fire is burning, and bake them 
in its heat till the worms inside are dead.” 

‘ ‘ What a shame after they worked so hard 1 ’ ’ Lucy 
said pityingly. “Even if folks want the cocoons, 
can’t the worms’ lives be saved?” 

“No.” John shook his head. “The silken threads 
would all be broken if openings were made for the 
worms to crawl out. So they must be killed in their 
sleep. The silk raisers next put the cocoons in boil¬ 
ing water, after which they unwind and reel the deli¬ 
cate thread and send it to the factories where it is 
made into gorgeous silks and satins.” 

“I just love the Chinese silks!” cried Lucy. 

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‘‘Uncle Ben has promised to take us to a silk factory 
here in Canton where we can see it made. ^ ’ 

“Joe, it’s your turn now,” said Gundi shyly. 
“Won’t you tell us about the farms you saw? Of 
course you can’t describe anything new to me. Still, 
I’d like to know what interested you most.” 

“The smallness of the farms and the bigness of 
the families who tended them I noticed first,” said 
Joe readily. “Why, Lucy! many a farm on which 
Wong told me enough grain and vegetables are 
raised to feed a family of eight or ten people through 
the year doesn’t cover over an acre of ground. And 
that’s the way all over China.” 

“If you were in the western part of the country 
where there are many hills and mountains,” John 
put in, ‘ ‘ you’d find men leveling off little patches on 
the sides of the hills and planting gardens there. 
It’s hard work to get a living in such places. Most 
of the Chinese are not only very poor, but they are 
hard and patient workers. Father says he’s sorry 
for them.” 

“Such funny rough tools the farmers use, too!” 
cried Joe. “The plows look as if they might be a 
hundred years old. I had to laugh at them. But 
I didn’t laugh when I noticed two girls not much 
older than you, Lucy, fastened to a plow and tug¬ 
ging along with all their strength with their fa¬ 
ther driving them.” 

“Nearly everybody works in China, and works 

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hard.” Gmidi sighed as she spoke. ‘‘The boys and 
the girls who don’t have rich parents must help in 
many ways. On the farms they gather dead leaves 
and grass and twigs for the fires, tend the pigs and 
poultry, pile up manure, help to build dykes around 
the rice fields so as to flood them because rice grows 
well only in water. Oh, there are many, many things 
the children of the poor must do when they should 
be playing, or studying lessons in school.” 

“They have some fun, though,” John put in. 
‘ ‘ The boys have their kites and the girls their dolls. 
And shows are sometimes brought to the villages. 
Say, Joe, do you remember in the place where we 
spent last night, the man who brought a collection 
of puppets, and made them act out a little play when 
everybody had come home from the fields for sup¬ 
per?” 

“Indeed I do I” Joe clapped his hands. “It was 
more sport for me to watch the village children look¬ 
ing at the show than to look at it myself. They 
were so excited that they forgot to notice us white 
boys in their midst. 

“Just as the show ended, a conjurer appeared and 
did some funny tricks. He actually made us believe 
he put a snake in his mouth and that it crawled out 
of his nose.” 

“Ugh!” Lucy shuddered. “Tell about the water 
buffaloes you saw, and make me forget the snake,” 
she begged. 


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A CHINESE WEDDING 

‘‘All right!’’ Joe chuckled. “Imagine me, twin 
dear, leading a water buffalo down to the stream 
for his evening bath.” 

“Joe Grayson! did you really do that?” demanded 
Lucy. 

“Truly-ruly! and he behaved as well as the gen¬ 
tlest cow. I held on to his snout, and away we went 
with two of the farmer’s children close behind us 
shouting queer Chinese words at me all the time.” 

“Water buffaloes aren’t pretty,” suggested John. 

“Water buffaloes could certainly never be called 
handsome. ” Joe giggled. ‘ ‘ Their bristly black hair 
doesn’t make a lovely coat, by any means. As for 
a buffalo’s horns, Lucy, you wouldn’t be scared at 
the thought of being tossed by them because they 
lie so flat above the animal’s head.” 

“Water buffaloes work hard like their masters,” 
said Gundi. 

“Indeed they do,” said John. “They are used 
in plowing, thrashing grain, turning the wheels of 
watering machines, and in still other ways. ’ ’ 

“That makes me think of a buffalo I felt particu¬ 
larly sorry for,” said Joe. “Poor beastie! he had 
been turning the wheel of one of those machines for 
hours at the time I saw him.” 

“I don’t understand what you are talking about,” 
said Lucy, with a little scowl. 

“Let me explain,” answered John quickly. “Eice 
and taro and such plants need plenty of water. So 
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the farmers dig dykes around the low fields where 
they are raised. From these dykes they can send 
water by means of machines over the fields, and the 
patient buffaloes have to turn the wheels of the 
machines.’’ 

‘‘Thank you, John.” Lucy’s dimples grew deep 
as a smile spread over her face. 

“But now I want to know more about a Chinese 
village. I rode past one last week when we all went 
riding together. I saw the mud and stone huts in 
which the poor people live. And I saw dogs and 
pigs just about everywhereJ^ Lucy sniffed at the 
thought. 

“But you probably saw no cats,” said John. 
“There are plenty of cats in a Chinese village, but 
they are small and generally thin because no one 
thinks of feeding them. In the daytime they are 
generally tied up; but at night they are set free 
and allowed to prowl about to hunt for a dinner of 
field mice.” 

“And inside the children’s homes, what have you 
seen there?” Lucy asked. 

“Not much except big families of people.” 

“Probably you wouldn’t find chimneys in their 
huts,” suggested Gundi. “Ugh! they are so smoky 
you could scarcely breathe there, Lucy, while the 
fires of grass and stalks are burning! And you’d 
pity the children who live there because they sleep 
on such rough beds. A mat spread over two boards 
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A CHINESE WEDDINH 

resting on a bamboo frame is probably the best bed 
they know. Then, too, the benches on which they sit 
are narrow and uncomfortable.’’ Gundi shook her 
head sadly. 

Although Gundi was only ten years of age, she 
seemed older in some ways than Lucy whose life had 
been full of happiness. 

^‘Chinese children have some good times, though,” 
said Joe stoutly. watched them playing games 
and having heaps of fun out of them. Once we came 
upon a group of boys and girls having the hest time. 
I didn’t understand what they were doing till John 
explained it to me.” 

‘‘The children were playing the taro game,” said 
John, turning to the girls. “They were sitting bent 
over as still as mice, pretending they were taro 
plants. That is, all but the one who acted as the 
farmer and went from one to another, making be¬ 
lieve pour water on them. As he poured they un¬ 
bent, and slowly stood up to show how they were 
growing. 

“Then he went off and pretended to fall asleep. 
When he had shut his eyes, lo! a make-believe thief 
came creeping upon the taro plants. The farmer 
woke up with a start, and what a chase there was 
then!” 

“I played that game when I was little,” said 
Gundi, laughing more merrily than Joe and Lucy 
had ever heard her before. 

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‘‘I m.ust speak of a bamboo thicket I saw while 
away.” Joe turned to his sister as he added: ‘Ht 
was as handsome as any we saw in India. Many 
of the plants were as tall as a high building. Their 
tops were perhaps eighty feet from the ground, and, 
oh, so beautiful and feathery!” 

‘‘Why isn’t it right to call bamboos, trees?” 
asked Lucy wonderingly. 

“Because they grow differently,” said John 
quietly. ‘ ‘ They don’t have trunks like trees, and the 
long green stems are hollow and jointed. They only 
turn yellow after being cut, or when the plant has 
died.” 

“I can’t imagine what my people would do with¬ 
out bamboo,” said Gundi. “It is used for the 
frames of umbrellas, for clothes-lines, furniture, pen 
handles—why, I couldn’t begin to tell all its uses.” 

“I know of one you haven’t spoken of.” Joe 
chuckled. “Hats! I saw a hat the other day made 
of strips of split bamboo woven together.” 

“And I know another use!” added John. “Fa¬ 
ther brought some paper lately of bamboo which 
had been soaked in water till it became pulp and 
was then made into the paper.” 

“But, dear me, Joe, you are sneezing!” the lad 
cried with twinkling eyes. “If you have a cold and 
need medicine, a Chinese doctor might say you had 
better take toads’ eyebrows at once.” 

“No Chinese doctor for me, if you please,” de- 

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dared Joe with a laugh. “If I’m sick I’ll want your 
father to take care of me. I say, though! what a 
blessing wise white men like him are in this coun¬ 
try.” 


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THE SIGHTS OP SHANGHAI 

“T^THAT a mighty yellow flood!” cried Lucy, 

V V who was standing in the ship’s bow with 
her brother and looking down upon the rushing 
waters. 

‘^The Yangtze is a wonderful river,” replied Joe. 
^‘Only think, Lucy! Uncle Ben told me it is three 
thousand miles long.” 

told you also that it divides China almost into 
halves,” said a merry voice behind the twins. ‘Ht 
is well to remember the Yangtze, therefore, as na¬ 
ture ’s boundary line between north and south 
China.” 

‘‘And so Shanghai, which we are going to visit 
now,” said Lucy thoughtfully, “must be in about the 
middle of China. I expect to see different things 
growing in the country around it from what we did 
farther south—no more rice and cotton fields, prob¬ 
ably, nor orange groves and bamboo thickets.” 

“But we’ll find plenty of tea plantations, I 
reckon,” said Joe. “We’ve already seen a number 
of them on the river banks. I don’t wonder that 
the Chinese call the Yangtze the ‘River of Fragrant 
Tea Fields.’ ” 


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“Aha!’^ said Mr. Andrews suddenly. ^‘We must 
already be nearing the place whej’e the Wbangpoa 
enters the Yangtze. Our ship is moving slowly be¬ 
cause of the sand bar ahead of us. The captain told 
me we’ll have to take a tender up the Whangpoa to 
Shanghai.” 

‘One to get ready, two to prepare,’ ” cried Joe 
as the twins followed their uncle to the stateroom 
where their aunt was busily closing handbags and 
getting ready for the change over to the tender 
which had reached the ship’s side by this time. 

When our travelers had settled themselves in the 
smaller boat and begun the sail up the Wliangpoa, 
Joe and Lucy had enough to entertain them in 
watching the sights along the shore. 

Nothing, however, took their fancy as much as 
the sight of a gaily decorated ship close to the river 
bank outside of Shanghai. It was beautiful with 
plants and flowers, and a band of music was playing 
on the deck. Queer Chinese music it was, but the 
twins enjoyed it. 

“If there were room here, I’d like to get up and 
dance,” said Lucy as she beat time with her feet 
and nodded her head at her brother. 

“I’d like to join you,” agreed Joe. “If we were 
only among the Chinese passengers on that ship, we 
might start a waltz. Gee! I wonder what those 
people would think of our American dancing.” 

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‘‘But what are they there for? Their ship isn’t 
moving,” said Lucy wonderingly. 

“It is a floating hotel,” said an English boy who 
sat beside Lucy and had heard her conversation 
with Joe. “People who arrive at Shanghai late 
often spend the night there; and as it is so pleasant 
on board, they are tempted to remain still longer. 
My father and I spent the night on one of them last 
year, and I enjoyed it ever so much.” 

“I wish we could have the same experience,” said 
Joe longingly. 

But he forgot the floating hotel the next minute 
as the tender drew up to the pier and the city of 
Shanghai stretched before him. 

Our travelers were quickly whisked in an auto¬ 
mobile to a fine hotel where they were soon settled 
in a comfortable and handsome suite of rooms. 

“This doesn’t seem like China,” grumbled Joe 
as he looked out of the window. 

“No-o,” said Mr. Andrews. “But it’s pleasant 
and homelike with the houses of white folks all 
around us. You see, there are a good many Euro¬ 
pean people in Shanghai. They do a deal of busi¬ 
ness here, shipping tea, cotton and silk to other 
countries, and they like to live near each other. 

“But as I’ve told you over and over before, Joe, 
be patient. We’ll take Wong, who knows this city 
like a book, and go on a trip around Chinese Shang¬ 
hai as soon as-” 


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have taken a long breath,” broke in the 
children’s aunt with a laugh. 

Hurrah!” cried Joe. ^‘Just see how patient I’ll 
be even if you stop to take three breaths. Only— 
please don’t let us go in automobiles, because they 
don’t fit in with Chinese life, to my thinking.” 

agree with you,” said Mr. Andrews promptly. 
^Hn chairs we shall go, and I’ll order Wong to hire 
them at once. ’ ’ 

Shortly afterwards our travelers left the hotel in 
sedan chairs for an afternoon of sightseeing. They 
were soon feasting their eyes on Chinese temples 
and tea houses rich in gilding and carving. Many 
of the balconies over the doorways of the tea houses 
were, as Joe declared, loaded with gilt. 

wonder how many hogsheads of tea are drunk 
by the Chinese in a single day,” he said when the 
party had left the chairs and entered a tea house 
for refreshments. 

The twins’ aunt smiled at Joe’s remark as she 
glanced around her at the dozens of people drink¬ 
ing tea. 

guess we’ll never be able to find out,” she an¬ 
swered. ‘^Tea seems to be the favorite drink of 
China and, as far as I’ve learned, men, women and 
children here take it at all hours of the day. ’ ’ 

‘‘And without milk or sugar,” added Lucy. 

“Wong says his people call milk white blood,” 
said Joe. 


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‘‘Ugh!” Lucy shuddered at the idea. 

“What do you all say to a visit to the bird- 
market?” proposed Mr. Andrews as he drained his 
cup. “Wong told me that’s a sight we shouldn’t 
miss.” 

“Capital!” declared Joe. 

“I’ll like it if the birds are alive,” said Lucy. 

“And I,” agreed her aunt. 

Mr. Andrews nodded. “That’s what I under¬ 
stand,” he said. “The Chinese love the music of 
birds in their homes as well as the sight of flow¬ 
ers, so we will probably hear some good songsters, 
and at the same time see many different kinds of 
feathered folk.” 

The party were not disappointed when they 
reached the market where they found hundreds and 
hundreds of parrots and canaries, pigeons and 
pheasants, as well as other birds whose names they 
did not know, swinging on ropes, and others on bam¬ 
boo rods fastened across narrow alley-ways above 
the people’s heads. Still others were in cages. 

Such a crowd of sober-faced men, women and 
children as there was in that market! There were 
richly dressed mandarins jolted against by the poor¬ 
est coolies, all admiring the birds and dickering with 
the merchants who kept shouting the prices and 
praises of what they had to sell. 

“What sport!” Joe whispered to his sister as they 
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elbowed their way along. never forget this 

part of Shanghai.’^ 

But afterwards, when the bird market had been 
left behind and Mr. Andrews with a boyish chuckle 
proposed a fresh adventure, the picture of the bird 
market faded out of Joe^s mind for the rest of the 
afternoon, at any rate. 

Now, what do you suppose his kind uncle had 
thought of? Nothing less, to be sure, than a wheel¬ 
barrow ride. What could be better fun than that? 

‘‘Do you mean for me to ride in a wheelbarrow 
as well as the rest of you?’’ exclaimed Mrs. An¬ 
drews, half laughing, half frowning. “It amused 
me when we passed other people going along in 
wheelbarrows this afternoon. But they were Chi¬ 
nese! What would the folks at home think of me?” 

“As they are in New York and not in Shanghai, 
they can’t think anything about it,” Mr. Andrews 
replied with a laugh. 

“And if the rest of us go we can’t leave you be¬ 
hind,” put in Joe. “Auntie dear, do try it.” 

“Please,” begged Lucy with her eyes dancing. 

Well, the upshot of it was that Wong was shortly 
making a bargain with three coolies to take his party 
for a short ride in their wheelbarrows. Mr. and 
Mrs. Andrews were to go in one, the twins in an¬ 
other, while he, Wong, was to take the lead in a 
third. 

Joe and Lucy giggled as they seated themselves 
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back to back in the queerest sort of wheelbarrow. 
The cased-in wheel stuck up in the middle of the 
barrow between them, and as they started off each 
had to hold on to the casing around the wheel by 
one arm, with one foot on the floor and the other 
resting on a strap hanging below. 

But when the children caught a glimpse of their 
uncle, who was having a hard time to get his long 
legs into place, they laughed still harder. As for 
their aunt—well, her face was puckered so queerly 
with a mixture of fear and amusement that Joe 
whispered to his sister: wish I could take a snap¬ 

shot of Aunt Nell this minute. How the home folks 
would laugh at it!’’ 

‘‘All we need now is a sail,” replied Lucy be¬ 
tween her giggles. 

“Yes, that would make it easier for our poor 
coolie,” said Joe, who had grown serious as he 
watched the Chinaman who was pushing the wheel¬ 
barrow. “I’ve seen sails on several barrows this 
afternoon, and the coolies had scarcely any work 
to do because the stiff wind helped them so much.” 

After a half-hour’s ride Mrs. Andrews told her 
husband that she had had enough of wheelbarrows. 
“For the present, anyway,” she added gaily. 

“I’m also satisfied,” said Lucy when the party 
had returned to the hotel. “Only I hope Joe and 
I can go in a sml-harrow before we leave Shanghai. 
That would be still more fun than our ride to-day.” 

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‘‘We’ll see—we’ll see,” said Mr. Andrews. “It 
won’t be to-morrow, however, as we’ll be busy in an¬ 
other way. Listen, everybody, to the invitations that 
came while we were out. ’ ’ 

“Hurray!” cried Joe when his uncle had finished 
reading. “I don’t believe many American boys vis¬ 
iting China have such good fortune as is ahead of 
us. A real Chinese dinner at a real Chinese house! 
What sport!” 

“You and I would not have received our invita¬ 
tion if it had not been given because of Dr. Dick¬ 
son’s friendship. Don’t forget that,” Mr. Andrews 
reminded the boy. 

“And, of course, if dear Mrs. Dickson had not 
written to her Chinese lady friend here in Shang¬ 
hai about us,” said the children’s aunt, “you and 
I, Lucy, would not have been invited to visit her 
to-morrow. ’ ’ 

“I just love Mrs. Dickson,” said Lucy enthusi¬ 
astically. “And I can scarcely wait for the time 
to go to that Chinese house.” 

It seemed to come very quickly, however, because 
both Joe and his sister were so tired from the aft¬ 
ernoon’s sightseeing that they slept later than usual 
next morning. 

Before they had realized it, indeed, the hour ar¬ 
rived for leaving on their separate adventures. 
Lucy’s cheeks were flushed with excitement when she 
and her aunt reached the home of the rich silk mer- 
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chant where they were to he entertained. They were 
ushered through a carved doorway into a large re¬ 
ception room, which seemed to the visitors to be a 
sort of fairyland. Lovely lanterns of many colors 
hung from the ceiling by silken cords. Satin hang¬ 
ings on which queer Chinese characters were painted 
adorned the walls. Here and there stood heavy teak- 
wood tables and chairs, and in one corner was a 
richly carved cabinet. Most beautiful of all to 
Lucy’s eyes was an elegant screen on which was pic¬ 
tured a Chinese garden with children playing in it 
beside a pond. 

Lucy quickly forgot the furnishings of the grand 
room, however, as the hostess, with her little daugh¬ 
ter beside her, tottered forward to greet her guests. 

‘‘Poor creature!” thought Lucy. “With all her 
wealth, she can’t move with any comfort.” 

At the same time Mrs. Andrews was saying to 
herself: “I suppose the husband of my hostess is 
proud of her tiny deformed feet which can’t be over 
three inches long. Very likely he calls them ‘Golden 
Lilies.’ ” 

The Chinese lady, of course, did not dream her 
guests were pitying her. She made them welcome in 
broken English, while her little daughter, whose feet 
were tiny ugly stubs like her mother’s, smiled shyly 
at Lucy. 

As her young visitor smiled back, she looked ad¬ 
miringly at the little girl’s blue satin trousers, her 
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cream-colored satin coat that reached to her knees, 
and the dainty satin slippers on the deformed feet. 

‘‘Her dress is beautiful,Lucy decided, “and so 
are the ornaments in her hair.” 

Afterwards, when refreshments of tea and cakes, 
and queer but delicious candies had been served, 
both Lucy and her aunt had a chance, without seem¬ 
ing to look too curiously, to examine the rich cos¬ 
tume of their hostess. 

‘ ‘ Such handsome green satin trousers and jacket, 
both of them embroidered with wonderful skill,” 
Mrs. Andrews afterward told her husband. 

“And her glossy, black hair,” added Lucy, “was 
arranged in funny-looking bobs, with a jade butter¬ 
fly and gold flowers studded with pearls fastened 
in them. I wanted to keep looking at them, and at 
the lady^s jade earrings, but not at her face. No, 
no!” Lucy shook her head. “Her cheeks and lips 
were fairly plastered with bright red rouge, and 
there was powder over that! Ugh!” 

Before Lucy and her aunt had left the grand 
Chinese home, their hostess and her little daughter 
led them out into the garden. It was very different 
from an American garden. The plants bordering 
the walks stood in fancy glazed pots, while the many 
shrubs in the garden had been trained on wire 
frames to take the shapes of birds, dragons, fans, 
and dolphins. 

In the midst of the garden there was a high pile 
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of rocks over which a tiny stream came pouring to 
the ground below, and then flowed on till it reached 
a pretty pond. 

‘‘Oh!’’ cried Lucy delightedly when the little 
Chinese girl led her across a zigzag bridge which 
stretched over the pond to a tiny island with a 
summer house on it. 

“This summer house looks like a pagoda,” she 
exclaimed, as she looked up at the roof with its 
many points and curves. Her companion nodded 
her head and smiled at Lucy’s enjoyment, though 
she did not fully understand the strange English 
words. 

While Lucy and her aunt were having their pleas¬ 
ant visit with the Chinese lady and her little daugh¬ 
ter, Joe and his uncle were enjoying themselves in 
quite a different way. They were having a feast 
of the greatest dainties of the land in the company 
of a dignifled Chinaman and several of his Chinese 
friends. 

Joe looked curiously at the setting of the table. 
Before every guest had been placed a china spoon, 
a two-pronged fork, a pair of chop-sticks, a deli¬ 
cate china cup, and a bowl. 

“I shall have to watch the others,” the hoy said 
to himself. “Then I’ll know when to use my fork 
and when to use the chop-sticks.” 

And now he turned his eyes towards the many 
small dishes hardly bigger than saucers which were 
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spread before the guests. They were filled with dif¬ 
ferent kinds of food, all cut up in tiny pieces. There 
were bowls of sharks’ fins with crab sauce. There 
were dishes of wild duck floating in oil. There was 
boiled fish with soy sauce. There were flour dump¬ 
lings in sugar syrup, pigeons’ eggs with mush¬ 
rooms, birds’ nest soup and stewed lily roots; and, 
since any Chinese feast would not be complete with¬ 
out them, there were candied walnuts, pickled plums 
and watermelon seeds, to which the guests were ex¬ 
pected to help themselves first of all, as Joe and 
his uncle were quick to discover. 

From time to time a waiter filled cups with wine 
for those who cared for it. But there was also tea 
which was drunk in great quantities. 

The long-drawn-out feast ended with the eating of 
boiled rice. 

^‘And yet it didn’t seem afterwards as if we had 
sat at the table more than three hours,” Joe told 
his aunt and sister afterwards. ‘‘I suppose it was 
because I was so interested in the queerness of the 
feast from beginning to end. And besides, we were 
entertained by the playing of odd Chinese music, 
and the guessing of conundrums between the 
courses.” 

The boy was silent for a moment, thinking of his 
experience. Then, suddenly, he began to chuckle. 

‘‘There was just once, Lucy,” he said, “that I 
wanted to laugh. It was when our host picked up 
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some bits of minced chicken and pork with his chop¬ 
sticks and put them into Uncle Ben’s mouth. Of 
course he meant it as a polite attention to his Ameri¬ 
can guest. But I was amazed to see Uncle Ben 
act as if he liked being fed in that way. Oh, but it 
was funny!” 

‘‘Funny indeed! I wish I could have been there 
to see it,” said Lucy, choking with laughter. 

“You couldn’t have gone, you know, because you 
are only a girl. Here in China gentlemen dine by 
themselves,” was the answer. 

“Hm!” Lucy tossed her head as she added, “I 
guess I had a better time than you, Joe Grayson, 
anyway. ’ ’ 


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THE SUEPEISE PAETY 

“TTOW jolly!’’ cried Joe, swinging about on one 

JL X leg to show his delight. 

‘‘It’s perfectly lovely I’’ Lucy looked as delighted 
as her brother when she spoke. 

“Such a pleasant surprise!” said Mrs. Andrews, 
smiling first at Dr. Dickson, then at John and Gundi. 

“I knew all about their coming, but wanted it to 
be a surprise for you and the twins,” said Mr. An¬ 
drews, turning to his wife. 

“Yes,” said Dr. Dickson, smiling at Joe and 
Lucy. “Before you left Canton I had already 
planned a business trip to Nanking.” 

“And as Nanking is not very far from Shang¬ 
hai I urged you to bring the children here to join 
us on our houseboat ride while you were attending 
to your business,” said Mr. Andrews quickly. 

“You precious uncle!” exclaimed Joe, rushing to 
Mr. Andrews and giving him a violent hug. 

“Oh!” cried Lucy, too much excited to say an¬ 
other word. 

Now at last the twins knew what had kept their 
uncle and Wong so busy the last two days—they 
were making arrangements for a water trip. 

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am sorry for just one thing/’ said Dr. Dick¬ 
son, when the general excitement had subsided. ‘‘I 
wish you could all go to Nanking with me. It is 
a lively city and a big business center. It is also 
interesting because it was once the capital of 
China.” 

‘‘But we haven’t time to see all that this country 
can offer us,” said Mrs. Andrews regretfully. “So 
we must choose what we will most enjoy thinking 
about afterwards.” 

“And a houseboat party in China should cer¬ 
tainly not be left out,” declared Joe earnestly. 

So it came about that four happy children boarded 
a houseboat that afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. 
Andrews. 

“It’s even better than I expected,” declared the 
twins’ aunt when the party had settled themselves 
in their floating home, the “Sunrise Glow.” “Six 
servants besides the cook to serve us good meals in 
the beautiful dining-room, rose-colored curtains at 
the windows, and such handsome furniture in all 
the rooms!” The little lady clapped her hands in 
delight. 

“Even embroidered hangings on the walls!” said 
Lucy. “The birds and butterflies are worked so 
finely it seems as if they’d leave the hangings and 
fly about us as we sit talking. Chinese women cer¬ 
tainly embroider wonderfully.” 

The next minute every one was too busy watching 
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the strange sights on the river to talk. Not only 
Joe and Lucy, but John and Gundi discovered so 
many interesting things as the hours and the days 
flew by that they were often silent. Long after¬ 
wards it was hard for them to tell what they en¬ 
joyed most—the ride along the Whangpoa River, 
that on the mighty Yangtze, or the one on the Grand 
Canal which filled the twins with wonder when John 
told them it was eight hundred miles long, and had 
been made over six hundred years ago by the great 
Tartar ruler, Kublai Khan. 

‘‘It is the water-way which joins North and South 
China,’’ John went on to explain. “The Chinese 
have only lately begun to build long railroads. Con¬ 
sequently, nearly everything raised in the country 
has been carried by boat from one inland place to 
another, and to the seaports.” 

“When we were in Canton I noticed the many 
little canals in and around the city. And we’ve 
heard Uncle Ben talk about there being many such 
canals all over the country, so that one can travel 
to nearly every place by boat. But this Grand 
Canal! It is grand! What a tremendous work the 
Chinese did when they made it! ” 

As the boat moved along through the Grand Canal 
our travelers passed many a duck farm with tiny 
canals running through it. 

“I couldn’t begin to count the ducks over there, 
said Lucy, pointing to a place where the creatures 
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were so crowded together they could scarcely swim. 

‘ ‘ That makes me think of the floating duck farm I 
saw at Canton/’ said Joe. ‘‘A big family lived on 
the boat with perhaps a thousand ducks to care for. 
There were ducks making their way over a muddy 
bank near the boat, and ducks on board in coops 
or waddling around between the children’s feet. 

‘‘While I was watching, a boy, hardly big enough 
to walk, fell overboard. That didn’t scare his 
mother, though. She didn’t even hurry to get him 
out because she knew the little barrel tied on the 
boy’s back for a life preserver would keep him from 
sinking. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ I noticed a baby on that boat, ’ ’ said Lucy. ‘ ‘ The 
poor little thing was tied by a rope to the railing so 
it couldn’t fall into the water. It kept trying to 
get free.” 

‘ ‘ That baby and its brothers and sisters will prob¬ 
ably grow up in a boat and never know the fun of 
playing in a garden or field of grass,” said Gundi 
sadly. “This is because the houseboat people aren’t 
generally allowed to even step on shore.” 

“They are mostly very poor and ignorant,” ex¬ 
plained John, ‘ ‘ and there are hundreds of thousands 
of them in this crowded country of China. They 
have a hard time getting a living. They fish, of 
course, and raise ducks and geese, but I don’t know 
many other things they can do. ’ ’ 

“Look! look!” cried Lucy. She had just discov- 

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THE SURPRISE PARTY 


ered a village made of grass houses, each of which 
stood on the tops of poles set in the water. 

‘‘Quick!’’ said Joe the next minute. “Look at 
that!” He pointed to a houseboat trimmed with 
flowers from one end to the other. The windows 
were of colored glass, and the children caught 
glimpses of richly carved and gilded woodwork in¬ 
side. The sounds of cymbals and of singing came 
from the boat. 

‘‘ A very rich man must own it,’’ said John. “Per¬ 
haps he is having a party. ’ ’ 

“I never expected to see so many kinds of busi¬ 
ness done on the water,” declared Lucy as the flower- 
trimmed boat moved past them. ‘ ‘ Only think! since 
we’ve started out on this trip we’ve passed kitchen 
boats from which hot food can be bought, and boats 
with oil, firewood, fresh pork, clothing, fruits and 
vegetables for sale.” 

“To say nothing of boats with barbers aboard 
ready to cut your hair at a moment’s notice,” said 
Joe. 

“And the boats of river-doctors who strike their 
gongs to let you know they are ready to give you 
cockroach tea or bear’s paw soup if you’re sick,” 
said John with a grin. 

“The temple-boats I Don’t forget to mention 
those,” added Gundi, when the others had stopped 
laughing. “With the noises made there by the beat¬ 
ing of drums and clapping of cymbals the priests 
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don’t let the people on other boats forget they are 
at hand.” 

On the last evening of the trip, as the party sat 
listening to the weird music played on a neighbor¬ 
ing boat, Mr. Andrews asked Gundi to tell about 
New Year, the great Chinese holiday. 

‘‘There is no festival like it,” she said quickly. 
“It lasts many days, and everybody is busy getting 
ready for it for a long time beforehand. New 
clothes are made for the whole family; there is spe¬ 
cial cooking, and the houses are cleaned from one 
end to the other.” 

“But what is done to celebrate it?” asked Joe. 

“At midnight of the last day of the old year, fire¬ 
works are set off, ’ ’ Gundi went on. ‘ ‘ Crowds gather 
outdoors to see them. It is great sport. Every one, 
rich and poor, begins to make merry! 

“Then, on the great day itself, feasts are spread 
in each household before the shrines of the gods, and 
after that the people themselves eat quantities of 
goodies that have been prepared. And all eat to¬ 
gether! It seems so pleasant, because on other days 
the men are served first, and the women have their 
turn afterwards. Oh, yes! Every one laughs and 
makes merry on New Year’s Day. 

“I remember the last one I spent in my old 
home,” Gundi went on. “We children were allowed 
to roast cockles. We also parched beans and ate 
them to our hearts’ content. And, oh! what sport 
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THE SURPRISE PARTY 


we had setting off fireworks! We had saved np 
every cash that had been given us for weeks before¬ 
hand. Moreover, one of the best things about New 
Year is that the good time doesn’t end with the day 
itself. I like a festival that lasts.” Gundi spoke 
enthusiastically. 

‘‘This evening’s pleasure, I fear, must not last 
any longer for us, ’ ’ said Mrs. Andrews with a smile. 
“Do you notice how few people can now be seen 
making their way along the shore with their lighted 
lanterns to guide them? It must be getting late.” 


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CHAPTER VIII 


AT THE CAPITAL 

“nriHIS city of Peking is the most interesting 

JL place weVe visited in China,” said Lucy 
earnestly. 

^‘It seems to me that IVe heard you say some¬ 
thing like that before,” said Mr. Andrews. There 
was a twinkle in his eyes as he spoke. 

‘‘It’s true, though; I’ll back Lucy up this time,” 
declared Joe. “To begin with, think of the street 
sights. Of course, I’m not thinking of the electric 
cars, because we’ve been used to them all our lives. 
But it’s the caravans of camels loaded with tea and 
other goods on their way to the country north of 
us, and the droves of heavy-laden donkeys, patient 
little beasties! By the way, every time I see their 
drivers beating them it makes me grind my teeth 
with the longing to beat them in return. ’ ’ 

“I like to watch the crowds of Chinese pushing 
their way through the streets,” put in Lucy. “All 
sorts of people there are—government officers 
richly dressed always, yellow-robed priests, ped¬ 
dlers with odd wares, jugglers, coolies pushing wheel¬ 
barrows-” The little girl stopped to take 

breath. 

“I have enjoyed visiting the temples. As I think 
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of them they seem countless,” said Mr. Andrews, 
who had been listening amusedly to the children’s 
lively talk. 

^‘I care most about the Bell Tower,” declared 
Lucy positively, ‘^because it has the largest bronze 
bell hanging anywhere in the world.” 

‘H, for one, was glad to visit the Drum Tower and 
watch the drum beating the passing of time,” said 
Mr. Andrews. 

‘‘Of course, and I’m also glad that we went to 
the Temple of Agriculture and the one sacred to 
Confucius,” said Joe. “But, after all, I like the 
street sights in the Chinese part of the city best 
of all. Whew! I wish I had a thousand dollars to 
spend in the shops. What grand presents I’d buy 
for Daddy and Mummie—silks, and a porcelain tea 
set, and some vases with dragons painted on them, 
and, oh! heaps of other lovely things!” 

“Instead of talking any longer about what we 
have already seen, suppose,” said Mr. Andrews, 
‘ ‘ that we start out to visit what I believe we will all 
consider the most interesting sight in this part of the 
country.” 

“Good, good!” cried Joe, jumping up. “You’re 
going to take us for a ride along the city walls. 
You’ve promised we should have one before leaving 
Peking.” 

“That’s exactly what I have in mind.” Mr. An¬ 
drews smiled. “So get ready at once—that is, after 
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we take a peek at the map of this double city. 

“Here,’’ he continued, pointing to the map, ^‘is 
the Tartar city on the north with a square, forty- 
foot wall about it, and containing the government 
buildings and the homes of the high officials. South 
of the Tartar City, you will see, is the Chinese City, 
whose northern wall is the southern wall of the Tar¬ 
tar City.’’ 

‘‘Hm! and so Peking is made up of two cities 
fastened together and yet divided by a strong wall,” 
said Lucy as she examined the map. 

‘‘There’s really a third city,” broke out Joe. 
“It’s the Imperial City in the heart of the Tartar 
City. I wish you would take us there. Uncle Ben.” 
The boy spoke longingly. 

“Our sightseeing to-day won’t end with the walls 
of Peking,” Mr. Andrews told the children. That 
was all he would say as the travelers started out on 
the promised ride, but Joe and Lucy looked know¬ 
ingly at each other. 

“It’s such a bright, clear day we can get a good 
picture to take away with us,” Joe told his sister 
as they neared the walls. 

“I didn’t dream how strong they’d seem when I 
got close to them,” said Lucy as she looked curi¬ 
ously at the facings of bluish-gray bricks hiding the 
earth and concrete within. 

“They ought to be strong, as Uncle Ben says 
they are wide enough for four automobiles to be 
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driven abreast of each other along the top,’’ replied 
Joe. 

‘‘Look!” broke in Lucy. “Those parapets must 
project forty or fifty feet out from the walls.” 

“I’m most interested in the towers built along 
the top,” said Joe. “I can imagine the watchmen 
stationed in them in the old days, straining their 
eyes to see if enemies were approaching from any 
direction. They must have had a tiresome time of 
it, I’m thinking.” 

“The Chinese have been great workers—I’ll say 
that for them,” said Lucy slowly. “It makes me 
gasp when I think, not only of these walls, but of 
there being nearly four thousand walled cities in 
China, besides Peking. Millions of men must have 
spent their lives building them.” 

“Heigho!” said Joe with a yawn when the ride 
had lasted an hour or more. “The walls are ever 
so interesting, as Uncle Ben said they would be, yet 
I’m ready now to see something different.” 

“So am I,” was the answer. Consequently both 
children were delighted when their uncle told them 
they were to go next to the Imperial City. 

“Special permission has been granted us by a 
government officer to visit one of the palaces and 
some of the other buildings there,” said Mr. An¬ 
drews. “So we will have a chance to look upon a 
little of the remaining glory of the old days of 
royalty.” 


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^‘A liiileV^ cried Joe, when he found himself in 
one of the royal palaces. ‘Hf this is only a little of 
the glory, what must this place have been when an 
emperor and empress lived here with their court!’’ 

‘‘I’m trying to imagine it,” replied Lucy half to 
herself, as she feasted her eyes on the rich furnish¬ 
ings. “What grand feasts must have been spread 
here for the royal family and their courtiers! Of 
course every one was decked in the most elegant 
silken robes, and jeweled ornaments sparkled on 
heads and shoulders with dazzling brightness.” 

“After the feasts, very likely, the emperor wan¬ 
dered with a company of his followers among these 
wonderful gardens,” said Mr. Andrews, as our trav¬ 
elers left the palace and wandered among the flower¬ 
beds. 

“Or sat in one of the pavilions, drinking tea and 
listening to a band of musicians,” suggested Joe. 

“I wonder if you are too tired to visit one more 
place when we leave this Imperial City?” Mr. An¬ 
drews said to his wife rather doubtfully. 

“No, indeed!’’ she answered brightly. ‘‘That is,’’ 
she added, “if we can afterwards go back to the 
hotel to have a long night’s sleep.” 

“I promise you that,” replied her husband. 
“Now then!” he said, motioning to Wong, “we want 
you to guide us at once to the Temple of Heaven. 
The emperors of China, you have told me, used to 
worship there.” 


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Wong’s face shone with pleasure. ^‘The Temple 
of Heaven is the grandest one in China,” he said 
with much pride. ‘‘You will be happy in looking 
upon it.” 

Both Joe and Lucy remembered Wong’s words 
when they arrived at the famous temple and found 
it to be not one but a collection of beautiful build¬ 
ings. The principal one seemed in the twins’ eyes 
to belong to fairyland, so beautiful it was, of ter¬ 
raced white marble below, and with a triple gilded 
roof above. 

“I can fancy,” Lucy whispered to her aunt, “one 
of the emperors of old making his way, in the midst 
of a grand procession, to worship here. He sits in 
his royal yellow chair decorated with shining gilt 
ornaments, and borne by his sixteen attendants clad 
in pink silk coats. A long train of soldiers in splen¬ 
did uniforms, and bearers of wine for the sacrifices 
to be made in the Temple, are following him.” 

“It’s time to go,” broke in Joe’s voice, and the 
picture in Lucy’s mind faded away. 

As the party neared the hotel the twins were still 
talking of the Temple of Heaven when they came 
upon a sight which amused them greatly. It was a 
man in a cart which was drawn by a pony, a mule 
and a donkey hitched together. 

“There’s enough variety in animals to suit any 
one,” declared Joe with a laugh. 


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CHAPTER IX 


THE GKEAT WALL OF CHINA 

“T HAVE a plan I hope you will both like.’’ As 
X Mr. Andrews spoke he looked first at Joe, then 
at Lucy. 

^‘What is it?” asked Joe. 

^‘What is it?” echoed Lucy. 

“You know that we would all like to see the Great 
Wall of China?” 

“You decided we couldn’t visit it, because the 
journey is too rough for Aunt Nell and Lucy,” said 
Joe quickly. 

“Yes. But this morning I met an old missionary 
friend of mine, Mr. King, who lives in Tientsin.’^ 
Mr. Andrews spoke slowly. 

The twins looked at their uncle wonderingly. 
What could Tientsin have to do with the Great 
Wall? 

“We landed at Tientsin on our voyage north from 
Shanghai, but we took the train there for Peking at 
once, so we didn’t have a chance to go about the 
city,” ventured Lucy. 

“I wished at the time we could do so,” said Mr. 
Andrews, “because Tientsin is called a beautiful 
place. It is the chief port of North China, and the 
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gateway to the great plain that extends for hun¬ 
dreds of miles westward. Mr. King has a lovely 
wife and two little daughters, and he has made me 
promise that your Aunt Nell and Lucy should make 
them a visit. 

‘^And why not you and IT’ asked Joe quickly. 

^‘Because Mr. King is anxious for you and me, 
Joe, to take a trip to the Great Wall with him. We 
should probably go partly donkey-back and partly 
in mule litters.” 

^‘Oho! oho!” cried Joe, making a sudden hand¬ 
spring across the floor to show his delight. 

For a minute there was a pucker in Lucy’s fore¬ 
head and her bright eyes were dim. 

‘M’m sorry, twin dear, you aren’t a boy,” said 
Joe, forgetting his joy as he noticed his sister’s face. 
^^Then you could go with us.” 

At that, Lucy bridled at once. 

‘H’m glad I’m a girl, anyway. And I can have a 
splendid time with the King children, I’m sure,” she 
declared with a smile. And never for a minute 
afterwards did she let her brother think she felt bad 
because she was not to go with him to see one of 
the wonders of the world. 

Two days afterwards our travelers bade good-by 
to each other. Mr. Andrews and Joe were to travel 
northward with Mr. King and a guide, all riding 
donkeys, and with mules laden with bedding and a 
kitchen outfit to use on the way. Just before they 
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started out they saw Mrs. Andrews and Lucy, un¬ 
der Wong’s care, on the train about to leave for 
Tientsin. 

‘^Hurrah for a real adventure!” cried Joe when 
he found himself actually on the highway leading 
northward. 

‘Ht won’t be all fun,” replied his uncle, who was 
riding beside him. ‘^You’ll find that out before 
we’ve traveled many miles, I reckon.” 

Mr. Andrews did not speak, however, as if the 
prospect worried him. He was as ready as his 
nephew to enjoy everything possible, and smile at 
whatever hardships that should come in his way. 

And so, when the highway over which they were 
traveling became rough, he said to Joe: ^‘What if 
we are shaken up a bit now and then! It isn’t every 
one who can see what we are seeing.” 

As he spoke he pointed towards a caravan of 
heavily laden camels that took up the middle of the 
road, with their masters, fierce-looking men, goading 
them on. 

‘‘How the camels groan under their loads!” said 
Joe. “I can’t pity them, though, because they look 
so cross and spiteful. But I do feel sorry for the 
donkeys we meet. I guess we’ve passed a hundred 
of them already, every one of them with a heavy 
pack; and many a time the poor beasts are obliged 
to flounder in the mud.” 

“Look out! don’t try to talk,” suddenly called his 

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uncle, as the road became scarcely more than a ditch, 
half filled with water at that. 

The words came too late, for at that very moment 
the donkey Joe was riding stumbled, and the boy 
was thrown headlong into the ditch. 

‘‘Ugh!’’ he spluttered as he got upon his feet and 
spit the muddy water out of his mouth. “I wonder 
what Aunt Nell and Lucy would think of a ride 
like this.” 

“I can guess,” replied Mr. Andrews, choking 
with laughter. 

“Suppose, however,” he went on, “we think of 
ourselves now. Do you see the train of clumsy carts 
coming towards us? This isn’t a particularly good 
place for them to pass us.” 

Joe had to admit to his sister afterwards that he 
was glad when the first day ended and he could rest 
his aching bones at an inn which the ^uide said was 
a particularly good one. 

“It may have been good, but it certainly was 
queer, ’ ’ he told her. ‘ ‘ Imagine yourself going to bed 
on top of a big brick oven half filling the room. 
Then imagine it being too warm for comfort at 
first, but towards morning, when the fire has died 
out, feeling as cold as a pavement in New York in 
wintertime.” 

Joe and his uncle, however, laughed and made 
merry over all their discomforts along the way, both 
in the low muddy country, and afterwards when they 
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had many a rough, difficult climb among the hills 
and through a much traveled mountain pass. 

But at last the Great Wall came into view. As 
Joe rode nearer and nearer to it, he realized as he 
had never done before what patient, industrious 
people the Chinese have always been. 

‘‘What a tremendous work!’’ the boy exclaimed 
when the travelers had drawn close to the mighty 
walls stretching over mountains for upwards of fif¬ 
teen hundred miles. 

“Millions of men were kept busy for ten long 
years before the gigantic work was finished.” Mr. 
Andrews spoke almost in awe. 

Then, pityingly, he went on: “The Chinese built 
this Great Wall along the northern border of their 
country to protect it from Tartar invaders who, 
nevertheless, entered in course of time and became 
the rulers of China.” 

Leaving their donkeys in charge of the guide, 
Mr. King and Mr. Andrews climbed the Wall with 
Joe to get a better view of it from one of the high 
brick towers standing at short distances along the 
top. They could now see how thick the wall was— 
twenty-five feet probably. 

‘ ‘ It must be as high as a three-story house, ’ ’ mused 
Joe. 

“The Peking walls must have been built in much 
the same way as this,” said Mr. Andrews, “because 
in places where this has broken away I can see that 
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between the facings of gray bricks there is a mixture 
of earth and stone which must have been packed 
together very hard.’’ ^ 

^‘Nearly the whole stretch of walls is in good con¬ 
dition to-day,” said Mr. King. ‘Ht seems wonder¬ 
ful when we think how long they have stood here— 
over two thousand years! ’ ’ 

‘‘Wonderful indeed!” said Mr. Andrews. 

When Joe, after many a look at the country 
around through the loop-holes of the tower, admit¬ 
ted he was willing to go down, the travelers made 
their way to the ground and back to the huge triple 
gateway near which the guide was waiting for them 
with the donkeys. 

As they reached it, a caravan was passing through 
from the north into China. 

Joe did not have a chance to watch the camels 
and their gaily-dressed drivers because he found 
himself suddenly surrounded by a crowd of beg¬ 
gars, all screaming and holding out their hands for 
coins. Some of them were blind; some were crip¬ 
pled; all were dirty and ragged. 

The boy could not resist their cries. Emptying 
his pockets of all the coins he had, he threw them 
among the beggars. Then, mounting his donkey, 
he rode away as fast as he could. 

“I couldn’t bear to look at those men,” he told 
his uncle when they had left the Great Wall behind 
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THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA 


them. ‘ ‘ And whenever I think of this day I afraid 

Vll see the picture of those wretched beggars.’^ 

Just one week from the time when Mr. Andrews 
and Joe parted from Lucy and her aunt, they ap¬ 
peared with Mr. King at his pleasant home in 
Tientsin. 

Of course Lucy listened eagerly to the account of 
the adventure, yet she did not seem at all envious. 

‘‘I’ve had such a good time here with Kate and 
Margaret!” she declared. “WeVe ridden out over 
the country where IVe seen wheat and barley fields 
that made me think of home. And we’ve been shop¬ 
ping, and told each other stories, and played games 
so that the week has fairly flown. I hate to leave 
Tientsin.” 

“It’s too bad that you must do so to-morrow,” 
said Mrs. King. “I only wish my children and I 
could join you in your visit to Japan.” 

The twins looked at each other with joyful eyes. 
And so—they had guessed it before, but were only 
now sure of it—their good uncle and aunt had de¬ 
cided to take them next to the wonderful land of 
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THE FIRST RIDE IN JAPAN 

O H!^’ Joe^s eyes were full of happiness as he 
spoke. So were Lucy’s. And so, indeed, 
were those of Mr. Andrews and his wife as they 
looked from the ship’s deck towards the land of 
beauty, the land of flowers and of joyous children. 

The mist which had been shutting our travelers 
in had lifted, and beyond them they could see Fuji¬ 
yama, the sacred mountain of Japan, reaching two 
miles upward towards the sky, with her snowy sum¬ 
mit hidden in fleecy clouds. 

‘‘How beautiful!” said Lucy in a low tone. And 
then: “It doesn’t seem as if Fujiyama could be a 
volcano, and that streams of melted lava once flowed 
down her sides. I’m glad that the fire in her heart 
is now dead.” 

“I’d like to climb to the top of Fuji!” exclaimed 
Joe longingly. “Then I could afterwards tell my 
friends I had stood on the summit of the highest 
mountain in Japan, and the one held sacred by her 
people.” 

“It is said in legends to have risen up out of the 
ocean in a single night,” added Lucy. 

“This isn’t the best time of the year for climb- 
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TWIN TRAVELERS IN CHINA AND JAPAN 

ing such a high mountain,’’ said Mr. Andrews. ‘Hf 
we had come to Japan in mid-summer, Joe, you and 
I might undertake the adventure. But now that it 
is nearly October, I’m afraid it is too late.” 

^‘Look, please look!” cried Mrs. Andrews, point¬ 
ing with girlish excitement towards the country be¬ 
low the mountain, now cleared of all trace of mist 
and bathed in sunlight. Beautiful gardens, fields of 
grain, and quaint little houses could be seen scat¬ 
tered everywhere about, while on the water’s edge 
which our travelers were fast nearing, lay the port 
of Yokohama with ships of all nations at rest in her 
lovely harbor. 

‘‘This is surely one of the most beautiful places in 
the world,” declared Mr. Andrews as he turned his 
eyes in one direction after another. 

“How strange it seems at first thought,” he went 
on, “that the world is enriched by all this beauty 
through the action of volcanoes! The island of 
Hondo before us, and her sisters—thirty-eight hun¬ 
dred of these islands altogether in the Japanese em¬ 
pire—^were all born from the eruption of volcanoes 
at the bottom of the ocean.” 

Lucy shuddered. Then she laughed at herself as 
she thought; “There can be nothing to fear from 
those volcanoes now.” 

Joe, who had been watching her face, guessed 
what was in her mind, and broke out teasingly; “I’ve 
read that there are more than fifty volcanoes on 
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the islands of Japan, which are very much alive 
to-day —hissing and steaming, Lucy. Think of that! 
And there are still others that may wake up any 
minute and make heaps of trouble.’’ 

‘‘Stop your teasing, Joe,” said his uncle quickly. 
“Let your sister enjoy all that is to be enjoyed and 
never help her or anybody else to be afraid of what 
may never happen. There’s too much fear in the 
world already. It makes people weak and cow¬ 
ardly.” 

There was no more time for talking as the steamer 
was already swinging in towards a large pier 
crowded with small, wiry Japanese workmen ready 
to attend to the cargo, together with other folks 
waiting to greet friends among the passengers. 
Though the crowd was mostly of yellow-skinned, 
black-haired Japanese, there was quite a number 
of people of other races. 

“What a clatter of wooden shoes!” Joe whispered 
to his sister, as he took her arm and led her from the 
ship up on to the pier. 

“ ’Rikishas! dozens of them!” the hoy went on 
joyfully, looking towards the street where dozens of 
light two-wheeled carriages, properly called jin- 
rikishas, were drawn up near the pier while their 
owners were making bids to be hired by newly- 
arrived people. 

“Of course we’ve seen ’rikishas before because 
we passed some of them in Peking,” replied Lucy. 

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TWIN TRAVELERS IN CHINA AND JAPAN 

‘‘But we didn’t get a single chance to take rides in 
them. Now, however, what sport we’ll have going 
about the country in them!” 

By this time Mr. Andrews was making a bargain 
with two jinrikisha pullers to take our travelers to 
the custom house nearby, and afterwards to the hotel 
where they were to stay for the next three days. 

“The men are dressed almost alike,” Joe whis¬ 
pered to his sister. “Loose cotton jackets, tights, 
sandals on their feet-” 

“And such funny hats on their heads!” added 
Lucy. “They are shaped exactly like mother’s 
shallow wooden chopping tray.” 

“They aren’t made of wood though,” said Joe. 
“I think they must be of bamboo covered with cloth. 
So they are light enough for comfort, while the 
shape keeps the pullers’ eyes nicely shaded from 
the sun.” 

‘ ‘ See! ’ ’ said Lucy. ‘ ‘ One of the men is pointing 
to his legs. Why, do you suppose?” 

“Oho! he’s trying to make Uncle Ben see how 
straight and strong they are, so that he can carry 
his passengers a long ways if need be,” Joe smiled. 

By this time the bargaining was over, and the 
twins and their uncle and aunt quickly took their 
places in jinrikishas. Then each man took his place 
between the shafts of his carriage and trotted off 
as gaily as if starting on a pleasure party. Paster 
and faster rolled the big light wheels as the party 
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THE FIRST RIDE IN JAPAN 


rode through the street noisy with the clatter of 
hundreds of wooden clogs. 

‘‘And yet,” said Lucy when the ride was over 
and the party had settled themselves at the hotel, 
“I believe the greater part of the people we passed 
wore straw sandals and those couldn’t make a noise 
if they tried.” 

“We’re in Japan all right,” declared Joe glee¬ 
fully. “Our ride showed that. We passed more 
’rikishas on our way here than I could count, and 
all the men who were drawing them looked happy 
and contented. As for the people, well! though I 
saw some Americans and Chinese and Europeans in 
the crowds, there were ever and ever so many little 
Japs dressed in the loose, big-sleeved robes they call 
kimonos.” 

“Most of the kimonos were dark-colored—dull 
blue, or black, or purple, ’ ’ put in Lucy. ‘ ‘ Though I 
did see a group of girls dressed in all the colors of 
the rainbow. Some of them carried musical instru¬ 
ments.” 

“Probably they were geisha girls,” explained Mr. 
Andrews. “I understand that we shall meet them 
constantly in our sightseeing. They always dress 
gaily, and go about giving entertainments for the 
people who are all very fond of being amused.” 

“I was most interested in the women and little 
girls who had babies tied on their backs,” said Lucy. 
“One of the women actually carried two babies— 
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one on her back and one across her stomach. Yet 
she moved along so easily that I donT believe she 
minded the load. She was smiling and chatting 
with a girl walking beside her all the time. Such 
pretty white teeth and soft, almond-shaped eyes she 
had! And her black hair was so glossy! I fell head 
over heels in love with her and with those dear 
babies. The one on her back was asleep, and the 
other one looked perfectly happy. I wished I could 
hug him that very minute.’’ 

‘H, too, fell in love on my way here.” Mrs. An¬ 
drews nodded her head enthusiastically. ‘‘It was 
with the daintiest little Japanese maiden of perhaps 
sixteen years. She was riding in a jinrikisha beside 
another one which probably held her mother. Her 
cheeks were flushed like a beautiful peach; her dark 
eyes were bent over a gorgeous bouquet of chrysan¬ 
themums in her lap, and her kimono of dark blue 
silk was held in at the waist by a broad sash.” 

“I know one difference between a Japanese 
woman’s dress and a man’s already,” said Joe. “A 
woman, and a girl, too, for that matter, always wears 
a broad sash tied in a big bow across the back. ’ ’ 
“And I’ve learned one reason why the Japanese 
people are more active and up to date than the 
Chinese,” said Mr. Andrews. 

“I think I know what is in your mind,” said Joe 
instantly. “They have taken care not to let opium 
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be brought into the country, so their people have 
never suffered from the use of the drug/’ 

^‘It is just that, Joe,” replied his uncle. ‘^At the 
custom house you must have noticed how carefully 
we were searched to discover if we had any opium 
about us. The Japanese, no doubt, have looked 
across the sea at their Chinese brothers and sisters 
and said to themselves: ‘We’ll never let the terrible 
opium habit get fastened on us. Indeed we won’t.’ ” 

“What are we going to do this afternoon?” sud¬ 
denly asked Joe. “We are all rested after our nice 
sail here, so we are fresh for sightseeing.” 

“I have already planned a pleasant trip about the 
city.” Mr. Andrews smiled at Joe’s impatience. 
“So I have engaged some coolies to take us in ’riki- 
shas to visit a few of the shops. Afterwards they 
will carry us to the Street of One Hundred and One 
Steps.” 

“That sounds good!” Joe clapped his hands. 
“One Hundred and One Steps must be a pretty steep 
street, though, I’m thinking.” 

“And a hard street for ’rikisha men to climb, 
dragging us behind them,” said Lucy. 

But when in the late afternoon our travelers 
reached it, they found it was no street at all—sim¬ 
ply a stairway leading up to the top of a high bluff.” 

“How lovely it is to be in Japan!” said Lucy, 
sighing in delight as the party reached the summit 
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of the blutf and settled themselves in a pretty tea 
house to rest and enjoy the outlook. 

‘^And to have a Japanese maiden in flowered 
kimono to smile sweetly as she bends down on her 
knees before us, touching the floor with outspread 
hands, and asking if her honorable guests would 
like cake and honorable tea,” added Joe with a 
giggle. 

‘‘Sh! she’s coming back, and with a tray in her 
hands,” said Mrs. Andrews in a low tone. 

The next minute the girl had reached the guests, 
and with another bow set the tray on a low table 
before the travelers. 

‘‘Oh! but these bean cakes are good,” said Joe 
after eating two of them more rapidly than his aunt 
approved. 

“I declare! I’m really beginning to like this— 
without milk or sugar either,” said Lucy as she 
tasted her tea. “But then, how could one help lik¬ 
ing any drink served in such a delicate porcelain 
cup?” 

As the party ate and drank, they looked from 
time to time down from the tea-house upon the city 
below, and at the harbor where Joe and Lucy’s eyes 
were able to pick out the Japanese junks with their 
quilted sails from among the vessels, many of which 
belonged to far-away countries. 

“When Commodore Perry sailed with his Ameri¬ 
can fleet into that harbor in 1854 he met no such 
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sight as we now look upon,’’ said Mr. Andrews, 
considering. ^Hn those days Yokohama was only 
a little village, most of whose people spent their 
lives in fishing. And now look at it, with its thou¬ 
sands of homes, its warehouses, its canals crossed 
by odd, pretty bridges, its railways! ’ ’ 

‘‘Why! Yokohama is really made up of little 
islands, joined together by bridges,” said Joe in 
surprise as he looked around. “I wouldn’t have 
guessed it if we hadn’t come up here to look down 
on it.” 

“I’d like to have been with Commodore Perry,” 
said Lucy. “Then I could have seen the place be¬ 
fore it was changed by the ways of white men.” 

“Perry had a good deal of courage to expect the 
Japanese would receive him,” said Joe. “It seems 
hard to believe that, up to the time of his visit, Japan 
was a great empire shut in by herself, with her peo¬ 
ple knowing almost nothing about the rest of the 
world.” 

“They were clever and wise in many ways and 
were satisfied with themselves,” said Mrs. Andrews. 
“But Commodore Perry had planned well how to 
make them curious to learn about the West.” 

“I know what you are thinking about,” said Joe 
quickly. “It’s the toy railroad train, engine and 
all, and the telegraph outfit Perry brought with him. 
I can imagine the crowds of curious little Japs gath¬ 
ered to watch the train run around the track after 
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Perry had set it up. Some of them, no doubt, 
thought it was worked by magic. 

^‘Most of them would have liked the cars to be 
big enough to hold them,^’ said Lucy. ^^As it was, 
IVe read that all those who could, got up on the 
roofs and clung there while the train rushed along 
the track. What a funny sight it must have been!^’ 
The little girl laughed at the thought. 

‘‘At any rate. Perry succeeded in doing what he 
wished,’’ said Mr. Andrews. “He got the Japanese 
so interested in the West that they agreed to* trade 
with the United States. Not only that! From the 
time of Perry’s visit they have been eagerly learn¬ 
ing all that the West can teach them. They have 
electric cars in their cities, they telegraph to all 
parts of the world, and big ships of their own may 
be seen sailing on every ocean.” 

“Sad to say, some of them have even adopted our 
style of dress!” The children’s aunt sighed. “Al¬ 
ready,” she went on, “I’ve noticed a number of 
Japanese gentlemen in stiff suits like those worn by 
their American brothers, and dainty little Japanese 
ladies riding about Yokohama with dresses made 
like mine instead of graceful, beautiful kimonos. 
It’s a shame!” 

So vehemently did the little lady speak that the 
others could not help laughing. 

“What you say is quite true,” said Mr. Andrews. 

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^^The native dress of the Japanese is the most beau¬ 
tiful in the world.” 

As the travelers made their way down to the city 
Joe asked his uncle if Commodore Perry got ac¬ 
quainted with the Emperor of Japan while he was 
in the country. 

‘Hndeed not! In those days that would have been 
impossible,” said Mr. Andrews. ^^As much as the 
people were taught to worship their ruler, his pal¬ 
aces were his prisons and none were allowed to look 
upon him. The head of the army, called the shogun, 
ruled for him.” 

‘^How ridiculous!” cried the twins together. 

‘‘What was the reason the emperor had no real 
power?” Joe asked in the next breath. 

“I’ll have to explain more about the government 
in the old days to make you understand,” said Mr. 
Andrews. “The shogun, as commander-in-chief of 
the army, was very powerful. Under him were the 
daimios, among whom all the land of the empire was 
divided up. Each of these daimios had a large 
body of soldiers under him and was ready for war, 
at any moment, at the word of the shogun. More¬ 
over, every soldier was trained to look with con¬ 
tempt upon the common people who were kept poor 
because of the high taxes they were obliged to pay 
the daimios. 

“ ‘The emperor is too holy to rule his subjects 
openly,’ the shogun and daimios told his subjects. 
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So they had everything their own way, and op¬ 
pressed the people to their hearts’ content. 

^‘But through the coming of Commodore Perry 
a change gradually came about. Some of the wise 
men of the empire decided that the rule of the 
shogun must end, and the emperor be given the 
power that belonged to him.” 

‘ ‘ Revolution followed. The shogun was defeated; 
the daimios were forced to give up their estates; 
the emperor came forth from his palace-prison to 
rule over his people, and more just laws were made 
for all.” 

Three cheers for the U. S. A.!” cried Joe, mak¬ 
ing an imaginary salute to the American flag. ‘Hf 
it hadn’t been for Commodore Perry’s coming, the 
Japanese would probably not have waked up as soon 
as they did to their emperor’s wrongs, nor the com¬ 
mon people been freed from the rule of a shogun 
and daimios so quickly.” 


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THE GKEAT BRONZE BUDDHA 

’M enjoying every minute of this ride,’^ Lucy 

X told her brother as they were borne rapidly 
along the road to Kamakura in a jinrikisha. 

“So am I,” replied Joe. “And I believe our 
puller enjoys it as well as we do. He has an easier 
time to-day, with another man to help him on this 
long trip, and I^m glad for him. He told Uncle Ben, 
though, that as we twins aren’t very heavy, he could 
carry us together twenty-five miles a day without 
getting tired.” 

“Of course he’s trained to his work and the bar 
fastened between the shafts for him to press against 
makes it easier for him to pull us, ’ ’ commented Lucy. 

“Think of it, Joe,” she went on. “He’s pulled 
’rikishas for a living since he was ten years old. 
Let’s not talk about him any more, though, when 
there are so many pretty groves and streams and 
gardens and waterfalls to notice. We must be near¬ 
ing the town. Oh, dear!” the little girl cried out 
suddenly. 

“What’s the matter? Has a tooth started ach¬ 
ing?” Joe asked mischievously. 

‘ ‘ Of course not 1 ’ ’ Lucy pouted. ‘ ‘ I was just wish- 
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ing we could be in Japan in the early summer when 
the wistarias and camellias are in blossom. If it is 
so lovely now, it must be like fairyland then. ’ ^ 

‘Ht suits me well enough right now.’’ Joe often 
liked to take the opposite side to tease his sister. 
^‘Have you noticed how many pilgrims we have 
passed lately?” he went on. guess they are 
bound for the same place as we. They must be on 
their way to worship the great bronze Buddha. ’ ’ 

“I wonder if we are nearing it,” said Lucy. 
‘‘Look, Joe! There are trees all about us now. 
What a beautiful grove this is!” 

Just as Lucy spoke the runners stopped, stepped 
out from between the shafts of the jinrikisha, and 
made a sign to the twins to get out. 

Their aunt and uncle, who had been riding close 
behind them, had already alighted. 

“Our runners,” Mr. Andrews now told the chil¬ 
dren, “say that in this beautiful grove, only a few 
steps ahead of us, we may look upon the famous 
statue sacred to the Japanese. It is one of the most 
famous statues in the world,” he added as he led 
the way along a shaded pathway. 

“Wonderful!” Lucy whispered to Joe the next 
minute, as she suddenly found herself standing be¬ 
fore a colossal bronze statue which towered nearly 
fifty feet above her, its head among the tall tree-tops. 

“The Great Buddha sitting on his lotus throne!” 
said Mrs. Andrews softly, as she gazed at the noble 
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IN THE WORLD.’ ” 













THE GEEAT BRONZE BUDDHA 

face with its large thoughtful eyes of pure gold. 

‘‘Come close and examine the image/’ Mr. An¬ 
drews bade the children. “Note how wonderfully it 
was made—nearly eight hundred years ago, too. It 
is composed of plates of bronze an inch thick, but 
they were put together so carefully that it is hard 
for us even to-day to tell where they are joined.” 

“What a lot of curls on the forehead!” said Joe. 

“Eight hundred and thirty-three all together,” 
Mr. Andrews read from a book he had brought with 
him. “And each one is nine inches long. They 
represent the snails which, an old legend says, 
crawled up over the living Buddha and rested on his 
head to protect it from the burning sunshine.” 

“Even the snails must have loved him,” com¬ 
mented Lucy, half to herself. “He lived very long 
ago, didn’t he?” she asked, turning to her uncle. 

“Yes, my dear, many hundreds of years before 
our dear Lord Jesus. According to the stories told 
of him, he was a prince in a palace home and was 
deeply loved by his parents. They gave him every¬ 
thing heart could desire. When he grew up he had 
a beautiful wife and child. How happy he was with 
his loved ones around him! But one night he had 
a vision, making him awake to the sorrow and trou¬ 
ble in the world.” 

“ ‘I cannot stay here and be happy any longer,’ 
he told himself. ‘I must go out among men to help 
and teach them.’ ” 


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‘‘But did asked Joe anxiously. “I donT see 
how he could make up his mind to leave his loved 
ones and the beauty of his palace-home. ’ ’ 

“The story declares that he did all that/’ said 
Mr. Andrews. “Leaving all whom he cared for be¬ 
hind him, he wandered, a poor man, among his fel¬ 
lows, with no roof to shelter him save the sky. But 
he was happy because he was now giving his life 
in trying to show men the way to be good. This 
is why, I suppose, that the face of the statue was 
made to look so wise and peaceful.” 

“I suppose,” said Lucy softly, “that the figure 
rests on a lotus throne because the lotus blossom, 
so you once told us, represents to Buddhists a per¬ 
son who gets rid of everything bad in his nature. ’ ’ 
“Yes.” Mr. Andrews looked pleased at Lucy’s 
remembering what he had said. ‘ ‘ The lotus rooted 
in mud stands for a human being. The plant sends 
its long stalk up through the waters of experience, 
and at last reaches the clear air above. So Buddha, 
after his vision, cast out selfishness, and lived in 
the pure air of love.” 

“I wonder,” said Joe, “if the shining silver knob 
in the middle of the forehead of the statue means 
anything special to the followers of Buddha.” 

“Certainly,” replied his uncle. “It reminds 
every one who looks upon it of the light of broth¬ 
erly love the great teacher shed on the world.” 
When, at last, our travelers left the wonderful 
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statue, their jinrikisha pullers took them for a ride 
about the old town. 

‘‘Kamakura was once a rich city,’’ Mr. Andrews 
told the children. “Perhaps a million people lived 
here and there were handsome temples and palaces 
in the place. But now it is only a little fishing vil¬ 
lage and few of the fine buildings are to be found 
standing to-day.” 

“There is still one of the great temples not very 
far away,” said one of the jinrikisha men who had 
heard what Mr. Andrews said. “It is sacred to 
the God of War. You surely do not wish to leave 
Kamakura without seeing it.” 

“It is too late to seek it to-day,” replied the chil¬ 
dren’s uncle. “We had best go to the hotel for sup¬ 
per and a good night’s sleep. But before we return 
to Yokohama in the morning we will visit the tem¬ 
ple of the God of War as you propose.” 

Before going to bed that night Lucy asked her 
uncle to explain the religion of the Japanese. “I 
know that there are a very few Christians in the 
empire,” she said. “But most of the people seem 
to have a mixed sort of belief,” she went on in a 
puzzled tone. “My ’rikisha puller talks as if he 
were partly a Buddhist and partly a something 
else.” 

“Shintoist, I Judge,” Mr. Andrews explained. 
“Shintoism seems to enforce the worship of an¬ 
cestors and of Japanese heroes. Every hoy in the 
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empire is taught to be brave, and to be glad to give 
bis life in war, thus following in the steps of the 
heroes of bis country/’ 

Every home in Japan, except the few where the 
households have become Christian,” added Mrs. 
Andrews, ‘‘has a ‘god shelf,’ or shrine, before which 
the family pray each day and make offerings to 
their special god.” 


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NEW FBIENDS 

“T ¥ TE^VE had a perfectly lovely time on the 

V V way here!’’ Lucy’s face shone with hap¬ 
piness as she spoke. 

‘‘And I say Japan is a jolly country to visit, and 
I’m glad we’ve got to its capital,” said Joe. 

“We’ll find everything here truly Japanese, I 
judge, ’ ’ said Mrs. Andrews. “ So it will be more in¬ 
teresting than Yokohama because there are a good 
many white people there with western ways and 
manner of living.” 

“I can’t think of anything but the ride yet,” cried 
Lucy. ‘ ‘ Such cunning little homes we passed, some 
of them perched on the hillsides and not looking 
any bigger than toyhouses, and having vegetable 
gardens close by.” 

“And every one of them, I do believe, with a 
flower garden,” put in Joe. 

‘ ‘ Such a garden too—no common everyday one for 
a Japanese!” cried Lucy. “If it wasn’t any big¬ 
ger than a square yard, it had a tiny park in it 
with a pond and a pagoda, a bridge over a tiny 
stream, and a pile of rocks with a dwarf pine grow- 
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ing at the top, and with vines and other plants grow¬ 
ing out from among the rocks. 

noticed that some of the hills are terraced like 
many in China,said Mr. Andrews, “so that crops 
can be raised on them.’^ 

“And I noticed how fast our train moved and how 
comfortable it was,’’ said Joe. 

“It seems wonderful that Japan has such good 
railroads all over the country, when the first one was 
built only a short time ago—in 1872 ,” said Mrs. 
Andrews. 

Lucy did not hear her aunt. She was thinking of 
something besides railroads. 

Joe, noticing the dreamy look in her eyes, burst 
out: “What is it, Lucy? Do wake up and tell us.” 

The little girl tossed her head and laughed mer¬ 
rily. “ I’m so happy, ’ ’ she said, ‘ ‘ because of our new 
friends.” 

“Oh!” Joe snickered. “We had only a few min¬ 
utes’ talk with the Japanese boy and girl you must 
be thinking of, and you already call them friends. 
Well—maybe I liked them ever so much my¬ 
self. I hope they’ll come here to the hotel to 
see us.” 

“They spoke English quite well, and were most 
polite and respectful,” said Mrs. Andrews with a 
smile. “I liked their mother very much. She told 
me her husband was a graduate of the University of 
Tokyo and that her children studied English in 
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school. She wished us to visit her during our stay 
here.’^ 

heard her call you ‘Most honorable Madam.’ ” 
Joe laughed. 

“How gracefully she bowed to you as she talked 1” 
said Lucy. 

“She was as pretty as a—a—plum blossom,” put 
in Joe. 

“And her silk kimono, embroidered so beautifully, 
and her glossy hair bobbed up into little loops 
with jeweled stickpins in it, made her look like a 
lovely picture,” Lucy added. 

“But the children—of course I cared most about 
them,” she went on. “They told me a deal about 
their home and their pets. Dear me! I mustn’t for¬ 
get their queer names. The boy’s is Okashi, I re¬ 
member, and the girl’s is-” Lucy puckered her 

forehead. 

“Aya,” put in Joe. “That isn’t hard to remem¬ 
ber. Did you notice, Lucy, that she and her mother 
and brother didn’t sit on the car seat like us? They 
squatted with their feet drawn under them. They 
had taken off their sandals!” 

The Japanese always squat—that is, except when 
they copy white people’s ways. You must have no¬ 
ticed that in Yokohama,” said Lucy quickly. 

“Ye-e-s, but I hadn’t watched any of them travel¬ 
ing before.” Joe was silent for a moment. Then 
he burst out: “If I were Okashi, I’d ask my father 
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to let me dress like an American boy so I could 
kick my legs as freely as I wished. No long robe for 
me, thank goodness.’’ 

‘‘I guess he is satisfied. He looked happy and 
contented,” said Mrs. Andrews. “And indeed, the 
children of Japan are called the happiest in the 
world. ’ ’ 

“It’s three o’clock,” said Mr. Andrews, looking 
at his watch. ^ ^ Suppose I order some ’rikisha men 
to take us for a ride around the city so as to get 
a good look at the people.” 

Joe and Lucy jumped up in delight. 

“I’m ready,” exclaimed Lucy. 

‘ ‘ And I, ’ ’ cried Joe. 

“But, Uncle Ben,” the boy added gaily, “I don’t 
believe the ’rikisha men can take us all round the 
city in one afternoon, since there are more than 
thirty square miles in it.” 

For the next three hours the lively children were 
kept busy enjoying new sights, though on first 
starting out they told each other they feared they 
would be disappointed in Tokyo. 

“Electric cars and telegraph wires and rows of 
commonplace stores and brick buildings aren’t 
worth coming to see,” complained Joe. 

But he was ashamed of his rash judgment when 
he began to watch the people who filled the streets. 
“Anybody who is Japanese is bound to be interest¬ 
ing,” he soon admitted. 

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partly the dress, I suppose,’’ he went on— 
^‘the graceful kimono and the sandals, and the lit¬ 
tle hag hanging from the belt with handkerchiefs or 
pipe and tobacco or what not in it. Besides, Japa¬ 
nese people are interesting because they are so 
small. I’m taller than many of the grown-ups, I’m 
sure. ’ ’ 

‘‘Look quick, Joe,” said Lucy, touching his arm. 
Her eyes were fastened upon a little girl—almost 
a baby—^with a crowd gathered around her. A po¬ 
liceman was making his way to the child through 
the crowd. 

“Oho!” Joe replied in a low tone. “The little 
girl has taken a metal plate out of her bag and is 
showing it to the policeman. I wonder why.” 

“I can guess,” said Lucy. “The little girl has 
got lost; but her name and that of the street she 
lives on are probably printed on the plate, so the 
policeman will be able to find out where her home 
is. There! he’s leading her off, and she’s smiling. 
She’ll be all right now.” 

“The policeman carried a sword!” Joe seemed 
amused. 

“There’s another one!” Lucy said a moment aft¬ 
erwards. “Oh! He’s dragging along a coolie by a 
rope fastened around the poor fellow’s waist.” 

“The coolie looks scared. I’m sorry for him,” 
said Joe, “even if he has done something wrong. 
Perhaps he was caught stealing in some shop.” 
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‘‘Dear! dear!^’ cried Lucy with a laugh as the po¬ 
liceman and coolie passed out of sight. “What a 
continual bowing goes in the crowd as acquaintances 
meet each other. “I should think the politeness of 
the Japanese would cause their necks to be stiff all 
the time from so much bending.’’ 

“Many of the Japanese girls are pretty, but I 
don’t admire one thing about them,” said Joe, laugh¬ 
ing in his turn. “They take the tiniest steps and 
walk pigeon-toed.” 

“I wonder why it is,” mused Lucy. 

“Our ’rikisha man in Yokohama told us they are 
taught to walk in that way so their kimonos won’t 
spread open,” was the answer. 

After a visit to several of the principal shops 
to see the rich silks, the beautiful lacquered ware, 
and the carved ivory ornaments for sale there, Mr. 
Andrews directed the ’rikisha men to carry the 
party through one of the side streets. 

“I wish I had eyes in the back of my head as 
well as in front,” Lucy told her brother when they 
had left the main thoroughfare behind them. 

“So you could see everything going on about us,” 
said Joe quickly. “I feel much as you do.” 

“There are no sidewalks here, but little do I 
care, ’ ’ declared his sister as she looked with amuse¬ 
ment at the tiny shops and houses lining the nar¬ 
row streets. “The overhanging roofs seem to reach 
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out towards each other with a friendly ‘How d’ye 
dor ” 

“Most of the houses look like sheds because the 
fronts are open to the street,” added Joe. 

“Oh, I see!” the boy went on half to himself. 
‘ ‘ The outside walls are built in sections which slide 
along grooves, and they are pushed back on pleas¬ 
ant days to let the houses get well aired.” 

“That’s well enough. All the same,” said Lucy, 
“I shouldn’t care to have passers-by looking in on 
me while eating my dinner or doing my housework. 
But the Japanese don’t seem to mind such things 
the least bit. Why, I just caught sight of a young 
girl painting her lips and eyebrows before her 
mirror I ’ ’ 

“Oof! listen!” said Joe. He motioned towards 
the house which the twins were passing. “Aren’t 
those horrible sounds the little girl in there is mak¬ 
ing on her guitar?” 

Lucy shivered for answer. 

“1 suppose she’s practicing her music lesson,” 
Joe went on. “I must say I don’t believe I’d ever 
get to liking Japanese music.” 

“Nor I. But, Joe, do look!” Lucy said eagerly. 

“How funny,” cried her brother. “We can see 
straight through that house over yonder and into 
the garden behind it because the back panels have 
been opened up as well as the front ones.” 

“It’s such a pretty garden too,” said Lucy. “Do 
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you see the big stone lantern, and the cascade fall¬ 
ing over the rock close by? Oh! and there are some 
of the loveliest chrysanthemums in blossom 

don’t believe you’ve noticed the big globe on 
the top of the rock. There must be gold fish in 
the globe,” said Joe. ‘‘The two little boys looking 
into it don’t seem to be aware of the tortoise at their 
feet. See I see! The tortoise is sticking out its head 
to catch an insect, I guess.” 

“I never saw so many children playing in a street 
before,” said Lucy, as the twins rode on. “Every 
one of them seems happy, and they run and hop 
about without noticing the passers-by.” 

Just as Lucy spoke, a coolie, hurrying along, 
tripped up a little girl with a baby strapped on her 
back. Over she rolled, and all the time she and the 
baby kept smiling as if the tumble were part of a 
game. Then up she bounded, and with a laugh and 
a shout went on with her play. 

“There are almost as many peddlers and jug¬ 
glers in these side streets as there are children,” re¬ 
marked Joe a minute afterwards. 

“I’d like to stop every time we come to a jug¬ 
gler,” answered his sister. “I’ve found out already 
that the Japanese are ever so clever and skillful.” 

“Look! there’s a juggler just ahead of us, and 
Uncle Ben is motioning to our ’rikisha man to let 
us stop to watch him,” said Joe delightedly. 

“Aha! he’s performing with tops,” said Lucy 
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in a low tone, as the twins joined the crowd gath¬ 
ered around the juggler. 

‘‘Whew! That^s clever,’^ burst out Joe, as he 
watched the man send a top up one arm, across the 
back of his neck, down the other arm, and then out 
upon the open fan in his hand—the top spinning 
all the time. 

“Oh, oh!’’ cried Lucy excitedly, as the juggler 
made the top bound to the edge of a sword he held 
In his other hand, and still continued its spinning. 

‘ ‘ The top seems actually alive! ’ ’ declared Joe en¬ 
thusiastically. “I’d like to watch jugglers all day 
long. ’ ’ 

“And miss other interesting sights?” asked Mr. 
Andrews with a smile as the party prepared to start 
on again. 

“No-o,” said the boy reluctantly. “But it 
seems-” 

“That there are fresh surprises every minute.” 
Lucy laughed as she pointed to a toy peddler who 
was trying to attract the twins’ attention. On the 
man’s head was a tray full of black-haired, slanting¬ 
eyed dolls, and brightly painted drums and trum¬ 
pets. 

“Only four sen each,” the juggler kept telling the 
children and grown-ups who came flocking around 
him. 

“Four sen! How cheap!” declared Joe. “A sen 
is only about the value of a penny.” 

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‘‘We haven’t any Japanese money with us, or I’d 
buy some of those toys,” said Lucy regretfully. 

“When we get back to the hotel, I’m going to 
ask Uncle Ben to get a yen—that’s about a dollar, 
you know, Lucy—changed into sen so we can go out 
and make some purchases by ourselves.” 

A few minutes afterwards the children again 
wished they had some Japanese coins to spend. This 
was when they came upon a peddler of rice paste. 
The man was making cakes out of the paste for some 
boys and girls who gathered around him. 

“I’d like to have him mold a cat for me,” Lucy 
told her brother. Then with a laugh she went on: 
“Of course it wouldn’t have a tail because Japanese 
cats’ tails are only stubs.” 

“I’d like a ’rikisha, and also a lantern,” replied 
Joe. “The boy standing nearest us has just handed 
the man eight sen for two of the prettiest ’rikishas 
—perfect in shape, too. Each of them had a cross 
bar between the shafts, and there were two big 
wheels, and the top was pushed back exactly like 
ours. That man is ever so clever in shaping things 
—out of sticky paste, too. ’ ’ 

The twins were still wishing they had some sen 
to spend when a cake peddler who had caught sight 
of them made his way close up to their ’rikisha and 
took his stand directly in its way. There he began 
to bow, bending almost to the ground, yet all the 
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time balancing on his head a tray of cakes resting 
among colored papers. 

Then, looking at Joe and Lucy, he cried: ‘‘Most 
honorable young sir from a far-away land and you, 
fair-haired miss, can I not tempt you with my 
wares r’ 

“He knows we aren’t Japanese children,” Joe 
whispered to his sister. ‘ ‘ Our blue eyes and yellow 
hair tell him that. Oh, dear! I wish we could buy 
some of his cakes.” 

At the same time the boy shook his head at the 
peddler and motioned to the ’rikisha puller to hurry 
on so as to catch up with Mr. and Mrs. Andrews, who 
had ridden some distance ahead. 

“ Oh! ” exclaimed Lucy the next instant. “ Joe, do 
look at the group of girls in front of that house. I 
wish I could bounce balls as cleverly as they do.” 

While Lucy was speaking, one of the girls kept 
spinning round and round as her ball was bounc¬ 
ing and then, before it stopped, took it back into her 
hand. 

And now at a signal from Mr. Andrews the ’riki- 
shas came to a stop in front of a shop where fans 
were for sale. 

“Such beautiful ones I never saw before!” Lucy 
declared over and over to her aunt as the two ex¬ 
amined the fans, and Mrs. Andrews was trying to 
decide which one to purchase as a souvenir of Tokyo. 

In the meantime Joe and his uncle were spending 
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much of their time watching the merchant who 
squatted on the floor of the shop with a dozen or 
more fans spread in front of him, trying to make 
sales to some Japanese customers gathered about 
him. 

‘‘An amusing sight!” Mr. Andrews said to Joe in 
a low tone. 

“And so is that,” Joe whispered back as he mo¬ 
tioned towards the shop-keeper ^s assistant who was 
casting up the amount of the sales on a counting- 
board having buttons strung on wires. 

“WTiat is the name of such a counting board?” 
Joe asked his uncle, as our travelers left the fan 
shop and entered the one next door where the 
counters were loaded with dolls and kites. 

“It is called a soroban,” was the answer. “See! 
there’s a clerk in this shop using one too.” 

“Soroban,” Joe repeated, to help himself remem¬ 
ber the word. But he said it absent-mindedly as his 
eyes were already taken up with the beautiful kites 
—dozens of them—in front of him. 

“I’d like to spend a whole day here,” he exclaimed 
as he looked at the dragons and butterflies, the 
hawks and other birds which the kites represented. 
“Such dandies as these are! Japanese boys must 
have heaps of fun flying them.” 

“And, oh, the dolls!” said Lucy, pressing her 
hands together in her excitement. “I guess there 
are dolls in this shop to represent every kind of per- 
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son living in Japan—men and women and babies, 
cooks and ^rikisha pullers, postmen, policemen, and 
even the great ruler the Mikado, and his empress/’ 

‘‘Hm!” said Mr. Andrews who was standing be¬ 
hind Lucy. ‘‘Your speaking of cooks makes me 
think of eatables. Suppose we end our day’s out¬ 
ing with refreshments. Let’s go over to the pretty 
restaurant across the way.” 

To this the others agreed, and when all had set¬ 
tled themselves at some tiny tables in the restau¬ 
rant, they began to look at the charming scene 
around them. 

“This is a beautiful place,” said Lucy enthusi¬ 
astically. “How lovely the screens are, to begin 
with! That must be a picture of Fujiyama on the 
one nearest us. And over there is one with plum 
trees in blossom and children playing in a garden.” 

“Sh!” said Mrs. Andrews. “Do listen to the 
singing of those gaily-dressed girls as they play on 
their guitars.” 

“They must be geisha girls who have been hired 
to entertain the people as they sit eating,” suggested 
Mr. Andrews. “The Japanese certainly like to be 
amused.” 

“This is an odd lunch,” Joe whispered to his sis¬ 
ter as the waiter set dishes of boiled eels, rice, pickled 
radishes, soy beans, and salted salmon before the 
party. 


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^*I liked the eels especially,’’ said Lucy as she 
finished the meal. 

^‘I preferred the salted salmon,” said Mr. An¬ 
drews. 

“I enjoyed the delicious tea more than anything 
else,” declared the children’s aunt. 

As Lucy and her brother seated themselves in a 
’rikisha for the ride back to the hotel Joe burst 
out: am glad we learned to use chop-sticks while 

we were in China. I didn’t spill a single grain of 
rice upon the lacquered table.” 

‘‘I can guess why you feel proud of your skill,” 
said Lucy quickly. “You must have noticed those 
two young Japanese who squatted near us. They 
were watching you.” 

“Yes, and eating the oddest things at the same 
time.” Joe smiled at the thought. “They began 
with cakes and candies. After that course they had 
dishes of seaweed soup followed by raw fish! Ugh! ’ ’ 

“If we should stay in Japan long enough we might 
get to liking seaweed soup and raw fish ourselves,” 
said Lucy. ‘ ‘ Who knows! ’ ’ 


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OUT IN THE KAIN 

‘‘^UCH fun!^^ cried Joe, shaking the rain off his 
coat. 

wouldn’t have missed it for the world, even 
if I did get a little wet.” Lucy’s eyes danced. ‘‘A 
rainy day in Japan is the best sport ever. I couldn’t 
help smiling at the funny-looking people hurrying 
past us along the streets, nearly all of them wearing 
clogs with wooden legs at least three inches high.” 

“To keep their feet out of the mud, of course. I 
guess the Japanese hate water as much as cats do.” 
Joe chuckled. “And did you notice, Lucy, how the 
women drew their kimonos up to their knees to keep 
them from getting spattered*?” 

“Yes,—and the queer paper umbrellas nearly all 
the folks carried, ’ ’ Lucy laughed. Then she went on: 
“But the funniest sights of all were the raincoats 
worn by some of the men, all made of rice straw 
which hung down in long, thick layers, one over an¬ 
other. It made the slimmest people look like big 
fat balls. I wish Daddy and Mummie could have 
seen them. I wrote them a long letter before you 
waked up this morning telling about our visit to 
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Aya and her brother, but I didn’t say anything about 
lots of queer sights we’ve seen on the streets.” 

‘^Have you sealed the letter?” 

‘^Not yet, Joe.” 

‘‘Then read it to me, please.” 

Without waiting for more urging, Lucy began to 
read with twinkling eyes: 

‘ ‘ Most Honoeed and Revered Parents : 

“You can understand that I address you in this 
way because I am in Japan, and when one is in 
Japan, one should of course do as the polite and 
respectful Japanese children do. They are won¬ 
derfully well-behaved. I know this because Joe and 
I have been visiting in a truly-ruly Japanese home. 
I told you in my last letter about our getting ac¬ 
quainted with Aya and Okashi and their mother 
on our train ride here, and how surprised I was 
that they spoke good English, though the words 
sometimes come slowly. 

‘ ‘ They have a lovely home even though, like many 
of the others in Tokyo, it’s not painted on the out¬ 
side. Imagine Joe and me riding there one after¬ 
noon in a ’rikisha. And imagine our going up to 
the door which a neat Japanese servant girl opened 
for us, getting down on her knees and bending over 
till her forehead touched the floor as she asked the 
‘most honorable young guests’ to take off their shoes 
and leave them outside. 


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‘^Of course we did so at once because we bad 
learned that no one in Japan would think of enter¬ 
ing one of the spotless homes here, wearing shoes 
or sandals to which the dust of the street might be 
clinging. 

‘‘We were shown at once to the parlor which we 
discovered to be in the back of the house. We found 
Aya and Okashi sitting there with their mother on 
cushions which rested on thick, closely-woven straw 
mats. These mats and all the others in the home, 
and I guess, for that matter, all those in Japan, 
are exactly six feet long, three feet wide and two 
inches thick. The children’s mother looked very 
pretty in a yellow silk kimono with flowers and stick¬ 
pins in her hair. Her feet were covered with thick 
white stockings shaped like mittens. Yes, they were, 
because there was a separate place in each one for 
the big toe! Isn’t that odd*? 

“As we looked around us, we noticed that the slid¬ 
ing panels at the back of the house were drawn aside 
so it was quite open, and we found ourselves look¬ 
ing out into the most beautiful garden, with a stone 
bridge across a tiny stream in it, and big fluffy 
chrysanthemums blossoming so close to us that we 
could almost reach our hands out over the narrow 
veranda and pick them from where we were sitting. 
I caught sight of a cherry tree in the garden, and 
a tiny hillock with a summer house on top scarcely 
big enough for Aya and her brother to enter. 

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glanced around me now and then and discov¬ 
ered that there was scarcely any furniture in the 
room except one cabinet and some beautiful screens, 
while the walls separating the parlor from the rest 
of the house weren’t really walls, but high bamboo 
screens which could be moved about. ‘ Oho! ’ said I 
to myself, ‘if the family have guests visiting them 
and need more rooms, they can make them by shut¬ 
ting them off with screens.’ 

“Now, this family is a rich one, but there was 
only one picture to be seen, and only one other deco¬ 
ration, an exquisite vase resting on a lacquered stand 
and holding a single crimson chrysanthemum—a big 
beautiful blossom. I afterwards found out that the 
family have other pictures and vases carefully 
stored, but they do not think it good taste to show 
more than two or three such things at a time. Isn’t 
that a good idea? 

“During the afternoon Aya and her brother 
played games with Joe and me. At first the boys 
played battledore and shuttlecock outdoors while 
Aya got out her favorite doll. She showed me that 
the doll was dressed like her and her mother. Why, 
it even had fancy stickpins in her hair. Aya fas¬ 
tened it on my back in a little bag, and I carried 
it around the room just as Aya’s baby brother is 
carried about on his nurse’s back. 

“After a while the boys came in and we all played 
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OUT IN THE RAIN 


‘jackstones’ in Japanese fashion—that is with small 
bags instead of stones. 

^‘Then Okashi showed us some of his kites—beau¬ 
tiful ones, and, oh, so big! 

^‘Last of all, we had a game of ‘hana, hana,’ or 
^nose, nose,’ as we’d say in English. In this game 
there is a leader who orders the others to do one 
thing while he does another, so as to get every one 
confused. When Okashi was the leader he touched 
his mouth with his finger and said as fast as he 
could, ‘Mouth, mouth, mouth, nose!’ At the same 
time he touched his ear. Every one of us got caught, 
because instead of touching our noses, we touched 
our ears. Then we had to pay forfeits. 

“We had just stopped playing when Aya’s and 
Okashi’s father came home. He is a dignified-look¬ 
ing man and very quiet. 

“Supper was now served; but, mind you, there 
was no dining-room to eat it in such as you and I 
are used to because there were no big tables, or 
chairs, or sideboard. The little serving maid came 
in and set tiny tables without any covers in front 
of each of us as we squatted on the mats. They 
weren’t a foot high! 

“Then, making deep bows, the little maid brought 
us the tiniest porcelain cups filled with hot wine 
made out of rice, called sake, and delicious little 
cakes served on brass dishes. 

“With these we began the meal. After them came 
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soup, followed with dishes of raw fish cut in thin 
pink slices and served with a spicy sauce. You can 
scarcely, believe it, but both Joe and I liked the fish, 
though I had once told Aunt Nell I would never eat 
it raw as the Japanese do. Pickled plums were also 
brought us, and delicious lobster. There was rice 
in plenty, and before the tables were taken away we 
were served tea. IPs queer, hut we’ve actually 
learned to like tea as the Chinese and Japanese drink 
it, without milk and sugar, so I drank two cupfuls. 
You must not he shocked at reading this, because the 
cups were very tiny. 

‘‘Now what do you think happened when the sup¬ 
per was over ? Two pretty geisha girls, who had just 
arrived, appeared before us. They were dressed in 
gorgeous big-flowered kimonos—one of scarlet silk 
and the other of yellow. They smiled and bowed, 
and then began to entertain us. While one played 
on her banjo the other danced very prettily. I en¬ 
joyed watching the dancing, but have not yet learned 
to like Japanese music. 

“When the entertainment was over we were told 
that the bath was ready and that the honorable 
guests should take their turns first. Joe winked 
slyly at me as I was led by the little maid-servant 
to the bathroom which was shut off from the rest 
of the house by movable panels. 

“When I was left alone, I took off my clothes as 
quickly as possible and got into the wooden tub 
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that stood in the middle of the room. I had already 
noticed a charcoal fire in a metal box under the tub, 
and a water pipe running up through the back part 
of it. 

^‘At first the water was only comfortably warm, 
and I was enjoying my bath when all at once it grew 
hot and hotter, hotter! Ouch! I felt as if I were 
on fire. Out I sprang as fast as I could and began 
to rub myself down. But, oh! my skin was already 
red and tender, and I was glad to get on my night 
clothes and have the maid show me to my room 
which was simply a shut-off corner of the house. 

‘‘Now what kind of a bed do you think was wait¬ 
ing for me? A pile of soft thick quilts spread one 
above another on the floor! And what was the pil¬ 
low? The queerest one you ever heard of! It 
was a wooden block hollowed out in the middle and 
covered with paper. 

“Settling myself among the quilts, I tried to fit 
my neck into the hard, hollowed head-rest. But 
it was of no use. So I reached out and got hold 
of my dress, and used that for a pillow. I knew 
nothing more till morning when I learned that Joe 
had used the same bath water as I, and after him 
the different members of the family entered it. And 
Joe told me he came near screaming out loud at 
being almost scalded to death. 

“Oh, but we had a lovely visit, after all, as our 
friends were very kind to us. We had had to coax 
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Aunt Nell and Uncle Ben to let us accept the invi¬ 
tation to spend the night away from them, but we 
are ever so glad that they let us do so. 

‘‘My hand is tired writing, so I must bid you 
good-by for to-day. 

“With heaps of love, 

“Your devoted daughter 

“Lucy. 

“P. S. I forgot to tell you that when Aya greeted 
me, she rubbed her cheeks softly against mine. (Do¬ 
ing this, it seems, takes the place of kissing in 
Japan.) If you knew Aya I am sure you would love 
her because she is so gentle and sweet-tempered.’’ 


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CHAPTER XIV 


IN SHIBA PABK 

“T ’M ready!’’ declared Joe. 

X ‘‘So am I,” said Lucy as she finished button¬ 
ing her coat. “It was ever so kind of you to come 
for us,” she went on, smiling first at Aya and then 
at Okashi. “Joe and I are very glad to go sight¬ 
seeing with you.” 

“My sister and I will also have much joy,” said 
Okashi bashfully. As he spoke he was thinking, 
“I wonder if all American girls have dimples in 
their cheeks and bright, laughing eyes.” 

“You are to be our guide to-day, Okashi,” said 
Mr. Andrews as the party left the hotel. “We will 
follow wherever you lead.” 

“Then I think”—the fourteen-year-old Japanese 
lad spoke slowly—“we had better go to watch a 
fan-maker whom I know, first of all. The people 
of my country like fans much. So there are fans 
for all seasons and of all kinds.” 

“You told us rightly,” Joe said to his young 
friend after the party had reached the fan-maker’s 
and spent a few minutes there. “I’ve already seen 
fans for men, and fans for women; fans that re¬ 
main open and fans that will close; fans for warm 
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weather and others for cold; and, yes, even special 
fans for different festivals.’’ 

‘‘But they are all beautiful,” said Lucy, giving 
Aya’s hand a gentle pat as she spoke. “And I’d 
like one of every kind to take home with me.” 

“You’d need an extra trunk to hold them all,” 
said Joe with a laugh, as the party left the shop. 

“Would you like next to go to a place where 
there are workers in lacquer I” Okashi now asked. 
“There are many such in our city because so many 
articles—trays, boxes, bowls, fans, oh, many things, 
are coated with lacquer.” 

“It would give us great pleasure to do so,” said 
Mr. Andrews. “And besides, we shall have a chance 
I have wished for to see how the coating is pre¬ 
pared.” 

“What queer stuff lacquer is!” remarked Lucy 
when she had reached the shop to find a number 
of men so busy at their tasks that they scarcely 
noticed the visitors. 

“I didn’t know before that lacquer is the sap of 
a tree which grows in this country,” said Joe in 
surprise. “And that it is colored red with ver¬ 
milion, and black by adding water in which iron- 
filings and pounded gall nuts have been standing.” 

“Please notice,” Okashi told his friends, “that 
the white of eggs is added to lacquer so it will 
harden after it is spread on any object. See also 
how that man yonder is polishing the tray in his 
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hand till the lacquer with which it is covered be¬ 
comes as smooth as ivory. 

‘‘This also I must tell you/’ the lad went on. 
‘ ‘ Common ware receives only a few coats of lacquer, 
while finer pieces often have from fifty to one hun¬ 
dred coats. That is why they are so costly.” 

“I have read that working with lacquer is bad 
for the health,” said Mrs. Andrews, who had been 
watching a delicate-looking Japanese youth. 

‘ ‘ Very bad indeed. ’ ’ Okashi shook his head sadly. 
“Yet not only my people, but those of countries 
far away, are ever ready to buy the beautiful lac¬ 
quered ware of Japan. And so many workers in 
lacquer are needed.” 

“And now to the lantern factory that is close by,” 
he said shortly. 

“Oh!” whispered Lucy to her aunt when, a few 
minutes afterwards, the sightseers found themselves 
fairly surrounded by lanterns of many sizes and 
shapes and colors. 

The exclamation was not called forth, however, by 
these, but by the boys and girls who were making 
the lanterns. “A good many of them aren’t any 
older than Joe and I are,” Lucy went on. “What 
a shame that they must work all day long in a fac¬ 
tory ! ’ ’ 

“You have seen how lanterns are made,” said 
Aya, who had been watching Lucy’s face and won- 
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dering why she looked so serious. ‘‘So now I think 
my brother will take us to a mat-maker’s.” 

“No home in Japan is quite furnished without 
mats,” said Joe when Okashi had done what his 
sister expected and taken his friends to a small shop 
where two young men were busily binding the edges 
of mats with heavy blue cotton cloth. Two other 
workers had pads on their elbows, with which they 
continually beat the mats in front of them as they 
wove them out of rice straw. 

“On our way here,” Lucy told Aya as they stood 
watching, “I noticed an old man in a little shop we 
were passing. He was carving a toy out of ivory.” 

“Beside him were tiny animals and some beau¬ 
tiful ornaments which he must also have carved,” 
put in Joe. “I must say the Japanese are skillful 
workers.” 

At this compliment to their people Aya and her 
brother looked pleased. 

“I think by this time you must all be ready for 
refreshments,” said Mr. Andrews. “Okashi, after 
a rest of a half-hour and some tea and cakes, we will 
all be ready to follow you to the next place you may 
suggest. You are certainly an excellent guide.” 

“I thank you, most honorable friend,” replied the 
Japanese boy, at the same time making a deep bow. 
“I hope that the plan I have for your further en¬ 
joyment will please you.” 

Okashi did not tell what this plan was, however, 
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till the party had left the restaurant. Then, taking 
a paper from his pocket, he handed it to Mr. An¬ 
drews. ‘‘You will see from this,^’ he said, “where 
we are to go next. My father got this permission 
from one of the high officials in our city, that we 
might use it to-day. It makes it possible for us 
to visit the royal grounds and one of our great 
Emperor’s palaces.” 

As the twins listened to Okashi’s words Joe whis¬ 
pered to his sister: “Oho! Aren’t we the most for¬ 
tunate children in the world?” 

“Um! um!” was the reply. “We’ve seen pretty 
near everything worth seeing in Tokyo—the hand¬ 
somest shrines and temples; the big university 
where Aya has told me her father studied law; the 
Imperial Theater where we were able to sit on chairs 
instead of squatting on mats as we had to do in 
other theaters, and now for the best of all!” 

When the visit to the royal grounds had come to 
an end and our travelers were back in their rooms 
at the hotel Lucy once more declared she had just 
seen the best of all. 

“Only to think,” she cried, “that the grounds 
set apart for the pleasure of the Emperor and his 
family cover acres and acres of hills and valleys and 
lakes and gardens! And in the midst of all that 
beauty stand the palaces in their grandeur! In the 
very heart of this busy city too! ’ ’ 

“I began to enjoy the beauty as soon as we 
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passed over the first marble bridge leading into 
the grounds,’^ said Mrs. Grayson. The little lady 
spoke almost as enthusiastically as Lucy: wanted 

to keep stopping to look down at the pond below 
with the beautiful blossoms floating on the surface 
of the water. 

“I was disappointed in the appearance of the sol¬ 
diers on guard/^ broke in Joe, “because they were 
dressed in the fashion of Westerners!” 

“I have been told that both the Emperor and 
Empress have also given up the costumes of their 
country and dress in European style. It^s too bad,” 
said Mr. Andrews regretfully. 

“As we stood beside one of the ponds,” said Joe, 
“Okashi told me some things about the Emperor. 
It seems he likes nothing better than to go duck 
hunting with his nobles in spare hours. Perhaps 
I should say netting instead of hunting, because he 
doesn’t shoot the ducks. After setting decoys on 
the water of the ponds and canals, he has grain scat¬ 
tered over the surface to attract the birds. Then 
he and his nobles hide among the shrubs on the 
border and as the ducks fly down and begin to eat 
the grain, the company cast their nets to trap them. 
Okashi says it is good sport because skill is needed 
to throw a net in the right way.” 

“I never saw a more beautiful place than the 
palace we visited,” said Lucy, who was so tired that 
it was hard work for her to keep her eyes open. 

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^‘Aya told me there are hundreds of rooms in that 
one building. Every one we entered had brocaded 
silk hangings on the walls, and most elegant em¬ 
broideries even on the ceilings.’^ 

‘^As for the mats, they felt like the softest velvet 
under my feet,’^ said Joe. “I really wouldn’t mind 
spending a few days in a Japanese palace and going 
duck-shooting with the Emperor.” 

‘^At present, I know no more comfortable place 
to spend to-night than right here,” said his uncle 
with a sleepy yawn. ‘‘So to bed, little folks. May 
you both have pleasant dreams of this wonderful 
city of Tokyo.” 

The next morning when the twins joined their 
uncle and aunt at the breakfast table Joe said dis¬ 
appointedly : “ I didn’t dream at all last night. That 
is, I don’t remember that I did.” 

dreamed,” said Lucy quickly. “But it wasn’t 
about yesterday. Joe and I seemed to be in one 
of the lovely city parks and Aya and her brother 
were with us. We seemed to be celebrating the 
Maple Festival that is to take place next week. We 
were making deep bows to each other and singing 
Japanese songs about the beauty of the maple trees 
in their autumn foliage.” 

“There is a saying that dreams go by contraries,” 
Mrs. Andrews said. “But a part of your dream 
is likely to come true, Lucy, because Okashi has just 
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telephoned, asking if you and Joe may go with him 
and Aya this morning to Shiba Park.’’ 

‘‘And you said yes, I’m sure!” cried Lucy delight¬ 
edly. 

Her aunt nodded. “You are to be ready at ten 
o’clock,” she said. “Later on, about noon, your 
uncle and I will join you and take you all to lunch, 
and afterwards to a moving picture show.” 

‘ ‘ What sport! ’ ’ declared Joe. “ We ’ll have a fine 
time to-day, I’m sure.” 

Okashi and his sister arrived promptly at the 
hour set and the four young folks set o:ff at once for 
Shiba Park in ’rikishas. 

On entering the beautiful grounds they left the 
’rikishas, as all agreed it would be much pleasanter 
to walk about among the lovely trees and plants and 
stop to chat together whenever they desired. 

“I wish you could have been here last spring 
when the cherry and plum trees were in blossom,” 
Aya told Lucy as the two little girls sauntered along 
arm in arm. “At those times every one stopped 
work to enjoy the festivals. Some people visited 
the parks. Others spent the day in the orchards 
outside the city. All wore their loveliest clothes 
in honor of the beauty of the blossoms, and all were 
happy—oh, so happy!” 

As Aya spoke her black eyes were soft and shin¬ 
ing, and her cheeks fiushed. 

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^‘She looks as pretty as a plum blossom herself,’’ 
thought Lucy as she looked at her little friend. 

can guess how you spent those spring holi¬ 
days, ’ ’ she replied. ‘ ‘ They must have been like the 
chrysanthemum festival of last week. You played 
with other boys and girls under the trees, and now 
and then you stopped to buy cakes and candies from 
the peddlers who gathered nearby. And of course 
you often feasted your eyes on the beauty of the 
blossoming trees.” 

‘‘Yes, yes, because I love them so,” said Aya ear¬ 
nestly. “And I also wrote poems to them and 
pinned the poems on the branches. This pleased 
my honorable parents because they also love all 
beautiful things and enjoy our festivals as much as 
we children.” 

“I think you must have more holidays than we 
Americans,” said Lucy. “I wish we had the Feast 
of Dolls, at any rate. What a good time you must 
have then.” 

“Such a good time! It comes in the spring and 
lasts three whole days. All girls love this festival. 
My honorable mother spends much time getting 
ready for it, and the maid works hard. I also help 
because there is much to do. All my grandmother’s 
dolls and my mother’s and my own are brought out 
from the storehouse and set up in our home on rows 
of shelves. There is much cooking of dainties to 
spread before the dolls, and to be eaten by ourselves 
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and our friends. Oh! the Feast of Dolls is a grand 
time indeed.’’ 

It happened that while Aya was describing her 
favorite festival, her brother was telling Joe about 
the Festival of Flags which is dear to every Japa¬ 
nese boy’s heart. 

‘‘As the time draws near,” he said, “I watch 
eagerly for its coming and for the setting up of a 
post in front of the house, and the placing of a big 
paper carp on top of the post. This tells all 
passers-by that my father has at least one son to 
celebrate the holiday with him. I receive many gifts 
from my father at this time, and as the celebration 
is in honor of the God of War, they are such as 
one needs in fighting—a helmet, flags, and the like. 
During the festival my boy friends and I fight mock 
battles and have much fun over them. ’ ’ 

“I wish we twins could spend a year in Japan,” 
said Joe as the boys joined their sisters. “Then 
we could enjoy all your festivals with you. But 
Uncle Ben says that our stay here is to cover only 
six weeks.” 

“I am sorry you must go away.” Okashi spoke 
regretfully. “If only you could remain till the New 
Year! That is the time for the gayest of all our 
festivals. Scarcely any one works during the cele¬ 
bration except the ’rikisha pullers, and even they 
seem to enjoy themselves. The geisha girls are 
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kept busy, it is true, but there is fun for them in 
entertaining others. ’ ’ 

“What special things do you do at New YearP’ 
asked Lucy. 

“We have feasts in our own homes and go to still 
other feasts in the homes of our friends. We go 
to the theater. We visit the fairs which are deco¬ 
rated with colored lanterns, and we watch the crowds 
of happy people all of whom have a kind word for 
each other. New Year is the gladdest time of the 
year in Japan.’’ 

“Oh-h!” Lucy drew a sigh of longing. Then, 
with a smile, she went on: “It’s foolish to think 
of what one can’t have when there is so much to 
enjoy this very minute.” 

“That’s sensible!” said her uncle, who had come 
up the path with her aunt without the children’s no¬ 
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CHAPTER XV 


OUT IN THE COUNTRY 

D OESN’T it seem funnyT’ As Lucy spoke, 
she looked up from the map she had been 
studying. ‘‘Here is this empire of Japan made up 
of over thirty-eight hundred islands spreading up 
and down, through different climates, in the Pacific 
Ocean. Yet, if all these islands were fastened close 
together, they wouldn’t make a patch of country as 
big as the state of California!” 

“Whew! that’s so,” said Joe. “But I’ll tell you 
what I wish—that we could go about among the dif¬ 
ferent islands. Uncle Ben says, though, that we 
must be satisfied with seeing a good deal of Hondo 
as it’s the biggest and most important island.” 

“Aya told me the other day that her father took 
Okashi with him last year down to Formosa—that’s 
the most southern of the islands,” said Lucy. 
Most of the people there are scarcely civilized.” 

“Hm!” said Joe with his finger on the map. 
“Yesso is next in size to Hondo and lies just north 
of it. Uncle Ben says the people there are quite 
wild and-” 

But the boy did not finish the sentence. His face 
had suddenly turned white. So had Lucy’s. Both 
children had sprung from their chairs and stood fac- 
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ing each other with wide-open, scared eyes. Neither 
of them moved or spoke for perhaps a minute, and 
then Lucy, trembling, said in a whisper, ^‘What was 

itr’ 

At that moment the door opened and the twins’ 
aunt came slowly into the room, her face as white 
as the children’s. 

‘‘What was it?” again asked Lucy in a little 
stronger voice. 

“I don’t know, dear, but—I think we have been 
feeling the shock of an earthquake.” Mrs. Andrews 
tried to speak brightly, but she failed. 

Just then Uncle Ben’s lively step could be heard 
along the corridor. As he appeared in the door¬ 
way he had a broad smile on his face. 

“What? Scared?” he asked, turning from one to 
another. ‘‘ And you, Joe! I’m amazed at you, a boy 
who has longed to go tiger hunting turning pale 
because the earth quaked ever so little! Why, they 
tell me that Tokyo trembles to some extent very 
often indeed. We’ve been fortunate in not feeling 
a shock before. That’s what I say!” 

Joe, now quite himself and ashamed of his fear, 
managed to say, “But we were taken so by sur¬ 
prise! And my stomach felt so queer all at once!” 

“I was dazed,” said Mrs. Andrews. 

“And I!” echoed Lucy. 

After that all broke into a laugh in which they 
were interrupted by the arrival of Okashi. 

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‘H’m ready,” he said simply. 

^ ^ Goody! ^ ’ cried Lucy. “ lUs too bad, though, that 
Aya can’t go with us also.” 

‘‘In half an hour we are to start for the coun¬ 
try and we won’t be back at this European hotel for 
two whole days,” said Mr. Andrews, as gleefully 
as a boy. “Think of it, twins! We shall sleep at 
night in a real Japanese inn. We’ll see how farm¬ 
ing is carried on, and how a rice crop is gath¬ 
ered-” 

“And how the country folks of Japan live,” put 
in Mrs. Andrews, who furthermore declared that 
earthquaking should never trouble her again and she 
meant to enjoy every minute of the excursion. 

So the party rode merrily out of the city, each 
jinrikisha pulled by two men, as the trip was to 
cover many miles. 

Then “up hill and down dale” rode the travelers 
in the sweet fresh autumn air. They passed many 
a brook singing merrily as it flowed down a green 
slope. They were hurried by many a pretty pond 
and tiny farm. No fences did they see, no barns, 
no flocks of sheep grazing in the fields, and only a 
few horses. 

“Not a single cow have I laid eyes on,” Lucy said 
after traveling many miles. 

“Why should the Japanese raise cows when they 
don’t use milk, and few of them eat beef?” was her 
uncle’s answer. 


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The twins laughed more than once on their way 
when they caught sight of barefooted children play¬ 
ing games on stilts. 

''They hop about so fast I should think they’d 
fall off,” declared Lucy, as she watched them. 

"See! while the feet rest on the cross pieces, the 
poles fit in between the big toe and the one next it,” 
explained Okashi. 

"Oh, yes! in that way they can keep a tight 
clutch,” said Joe. "I’d like to borrow some stilts 
and try running about on them myself. ’ ’ 

"But your feet are used to shoes,” replied Okashi. 
"They are tender because you are not in the habit 
of going barefoot, so it would be hard for you to 
play on stilts in the way of my country. ’ ’ 

"Look! that must be a band of pilgrims on the 
way to some shrine, ’ ’ Lucy called softly to the others 
as the jinrikisha men came to a stop by the roadside 
to rest. She motioned to some men coming up the 
road. Each of the men had a staff in his hand and 
a pack on his back. 

"They may have come a long distance,” said Mr. 
Andrews. "Their packs, no doubt, contain bedding 
to be used for the night’s sleep. Some of the pil¬ 
grims are old and walk wearily. Yet they probably 
think only of the prayers they will soon offer at 
the sacred shrine they are seeking.” 

When the pilgrims had passed on, our travelers 
once more went on their Avay and soon came to a 
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OUT IN THE COUNTRY 


stream which had made its path down a steep hill¬ 
side. Two boys were so busily at work by the stream 
that they did not notice the party of Americans who 
had ‘‘slowed up’^ to watch them. 

“What are they doing?’’ Lucy asked Okashi. 

“Fishing,” he answered. 

“But they have bows and arrows, not lines,” 
broke in Joe. 

“Look!” Okashi’s dark eyes were turned to¬ 
wards the surface of the water in front of the boys, 
where some fish were leaping wildly about. 

As he spoke, one of the boys shot an arrow from 
his bow and it pierced a fish. 

“Ah! and now he will shoot another!” Okashi 
went on. “He must have cast a certain kind of 
herb in the water which makes it bitter and gives 
pain to the fish. They come up, and then the arrows 
are shot at them.” 

“Is that the only way the Japanese fish?” asked 
Joe. 

“Oh, no! nets are often used, and also lines. I 
like nets best of all.”^ 

“Look! look!” cried Mr. Andrews, pointing to a 
high place up the stream where a man was crossing 
from one side to the other in a basket bridge. Far 
below him the water was roaring and foaming as 
it dashed over the rocks. But he did not seem 
afraid, as he swung slowly along by means of a 
rope pulley to which the basket was fastened. 

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“Ah! he’s crossed safely,” said Lucy the next mo¬ 
ment, in a relieved tone. Soon afterwards our 
travelers stopped beside a rice field to watch the 
workers gathering a crop of tall yellow grain. Men, 
women and children were working rapidly. The 
men and boys wore little clothing, and the women 
and girls had their kimonos tucked up. 

“The field is dry now that the rice has ripened,” 
said Okashi. “It is not so hard for the farmers to 
gather it as it was to plant and tend it.” 

“Why?” asked Joe quickly. 

“Because at first the land had to be carefully 
spaded and this is generally done by hand. Then 
came the flooding from streams and canals around, 
and after that the planting of the grain in the soft 
mud. Many a time I have seen men and women in 
the springtime knee deep—yes, almost waist deep— 
in mud as they worked hour after hour. 

“Then, after the grain sprouts, it must be trans¬ 
planted, and there must be flooding again and again, 
else the rice will not grow as it should. Weeds come 
up thick and fast. The people must keep uprooting 
these, and all the time they are doing this they are 
obliged to work in the unpleasant mud.” 

“Oof!” cried Joe. “If I were a Japanese I’d not 
choose to raise rice for a living.” 

“But as there are many low places in the country 
where rice will grow better than anything else, and 
there are tens of thousands of poor people who must 
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get their living by farming/^ said Mr. Andrews, 
‘‘they bear the discomfort as best they can.’’ The 
kind-hearted man sighed. 

“The rice plants are green at first,” said Okashi, 
glad to show how much he knew. “But they turn 
yellow when they ripen, as you see.” 

“Look! the workers cut the stalks close to the 
ground with their sickles,” said Lucy. 

“And over beyond us we can see some men drag¬ 
ging the straw through a rack with saw-like teeth,” 
said her uncle. 

“The grain falls off in heaps on the ground,” said 
Okashi, “and afterwards it will be husked. Then 
much of the rice raised in my country is packed and 
shipped to other lands. The poor people cannot 
afford to eat all the rice they wish. They live largely 
on millet and fish, with perhaps a dish of seaweed 
soup now and then.” 

“Just ahead of us, honorable sir, is the village 
where we had best spend the night,” one of the 
’rikisha men now said to Mr. Andrews with a bow. 
“See! the sun is sinking already.” 

Soon afterwards the party entered the village 
whose houses stretched along the roadside. 

Such tiny one-roomed houses these were, with 
thatched roofs. The screens of oiled paper within 
were pushed aside and the wooden shutters which 
covered the screens on the outside at night had not 
yet been put in place. 


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‘‘We can see how the people of the country keep 
house without going inside/’ Lucy whispered to her 
aunt. 

“It certainly cannot cost much to set up house¬ 
keeping,” was the answer. “A little stool for a 
table, a firebox for heat, a few mats and dishes, and 
some quilts for bedding—these seem quite enough 
for comfort, according to Japanese taste.” 

“How clean these homes look!” said Mr. An¬ 
drews admiringly. “Poor people in Japan, as well 
as rich, seem to hate dirt.” 

“IVe noticed clogs standing outside every door,” 
said Joe. “And a few minutes ago I saw a girl 
brushing off a few grains of dirt from one of the 
mats. She used a rough switch of bamboo.” 

“Oh!” said Mrs. Andrews, catching her breath 
when the travelers had settled themselves shortly 
afterwards on some mats in the one inn of the vil¬ 
lage. Then she smiled. “If my husband and the 
twins like to try living like the Japanese, I guess I 
can enjoy the fun with them.” 

So when she found that the room where she was 
to sleep was merely a screened-off corner of the 
one where the landlord and his other guests were 
sitting, and that the maid who had been spreading 
out the quilts for her bed and gone away, was at 
that moment peeking curiously at her from over the 
top of a screen, she decided to laugh. 

“This has been a real adventure,” she told the 

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twins as the party got ready to leave next morning 
after drinking tea, and eating rice with chop-sticks 
out of wooden bowls. 

‘‘And, Lucy,’’ she whispered to her niece, “I 
rolled my coat up for a pillow last night, as I don’t 
like Japanese head-rests any better than you do.” 

It was still early when the travelers started out, 
but already they saw people busily at work along 
the way. 

“See!” said Okashi, pointing to some women 
kneeling beside the stream which ran through the 
village. “They are doing the family washing.” 

“And scrubbing the clothes clean, I’ll wager,” 
said Joe. 

The next minute Lucy cried out, “I declare!” 

“What do you declare!” said Joe with a laugh. 

“There’s something I didn’t discover yesterday,” 
was the answer, as the little girl pointed to the tiled 
roof of a house which had vegetables growing close 
around it. 

“The folks who live there need all their land for 
raising vegetables,” said Okashi quietly. “But like 
the rest of my people, they love flowers. So they 
have made a garden on their roof. How beautiful 
the blossoms look!” 

Whenever the jinrikishas came to a stop and the 
party could talk together, Okashi had something in¬ 
teresting to tell his American friends. “When I 
am old enough,” he said earnestly, “I will be trained 
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to be a soldier. Ah! I long for the time to come. 
To fight for my Emperor! Nothing can be nobler 
than that except to die for him.’’ The lad’s eyes 
sparkled with fire as he spoke. 

He had scarcely finished when a company of boys 
with their school teacher came into sight. ‘‘We’ve 
seen boys out with their teachers several times since 
we came to Japan,” remarked Joe. 

‘ ‘ Of course, that is the way we learn a great deal 
—^by observing Okashi replied. “Many of our 
school hours are passed on the roads and in the 
fields. In this way we find out about our country. 
Look!” he went on. “Do you know what that tree 
is just ahead of us?” 

Joe and Lucy shook their heads. 

“It is a camphor tree. It is found more often 
in the western part of Japan, and is very valuable. 
My country furnishes most of the camphor used in 
the world.” 

‘ ‘ Why-ee! ’ ’ exclaimed Joe. “ That’s news to me. ’ ’ 

“But from what part of the tree does it come?” 
asked Lucy eagerly. 

“From all parts. The whole tree is cut down 
and chipped into tiny bits and boiled, so that all the 
sap and oil may be drawn from the wood. The sap 
and oil are then carried up in steam and finally 
condensed. It is quite a long process.” 

Later on Okashi pointed to a row of mulberry 
trees dividing two farms. 

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OUT IN THE COUNTRY 


‘^Our Empeiror and Empress wish their people to 
raise as many of those trees as possible/’ he said. 
‘‘Then Japan can send to other lands still more of 
the beautiful silks made here. Many and many are 
the homes where women tend silkworms to gain as 
great a number of cocoons as they can. And there 
are experiment stations all over the country where 
boys are taught the best ways of raising silkworms. 
Our Empress sets her people a noble example by 
having silkworms and sometimes feeding them her¬ 
self!” 

Okashi spoke proudly. 

All too soon, as Joe declared, the party turned 
backwards towards Tokyo. 

“We haven’t had a single shower,” said Mrs. 
Andrews delightedly. The little lady had discov¬ 
ered that rain fell often in the “Land of the Chrys¬ 
anthemum, ’ ’ so was grateful to have escaped it dur¬ 
ing her trip into the country. 

“We’ll be back at the hotel in plenty of time for 
supper,” Mr. Andrews promised the children when 
Joe said he was already hungry enough to eat sea¬ 
weed soup. 

But the hotel was still two miles away, and the jin- 
rikisha men were moving slowly through a crowded 
street, where an alarm was suddenly sounded. 

The next instant every one in the street seemed 
in a panic. The people began to run wildly, some 
in one direction, some in another. Two little Japa- 
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nese girls who happened to be close to Lucy’s jin- 
rikisha threw up their hands and began to cry. 
Lucy’s heart beat fast. 

‘‘What can be the matter?” she thought. But 
Joe, who was riding abreast of her, broke into a 
laugh. “It’s a fire!” he called. ‘‘Christopher! I’d 
like to go to it. ’ ’ 

Just then a policeman stepped in front of the 
party. “Draw to one side,” he commanded the 
coolies. At the same time he pointed towards the 
north where smoke and flames were shooting up to¬ 
wards the sky. 

“But we are not going in that direction,” Mr. An¬ 
drews told the policeman. “And the fire is miles 
away.” 

This did not move the officer. “Stay where you 
are,” he said sternly. No doubt he was thinking: 
“What silly people the Americans are! They do not 
realize how fast a fire can travel in this city where 
so many buildings are of light wood, and where 
paper is used for so many purposes.” 

When, after an hour’s wait, the fire had subsided 
and our travelers were allowed to go on their way, 
Lucy decided that she was glad Tokyo was not her 
home. “I’d never feel safe here,” she afterward 
said to her uncle, “now that Okashi says there were 
hundreds of fires in the city only last year.” 


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CHAPTER XVI 


SHOOTING THE RAPIDS 

‘^rriHAT is the Sacred Red Bridge about which 
jL the Japanese tell an old, old legend,’’ ex¬ 
plained Mr. Andrews. 

‘‘It was worth coming here to Nikko just to get 
this view,” said the children’s aunt as she gazed 
at the mountains around and then at the roaring, 
foaming stream below with the bridge spanning it. 

“What is the legend. Uncle Ben?” asked Lucy 
curiously. “I have never heard it, I’m sure.” 

“Nor I,” said Joe. “Do tell it. Uncle Ben.” 

“It is about a holy man who was searching for 
a sacred mountain he had seen in a dream,” said 
Mr. Andrews. “After many a weary day’s journey 
he came to the ravine below us, with the water rush¬ 
ing wildly over the rocks at its base. 

“ ‘I can go no farther,’ the holy man said to him¬ 
self. ‘I will pray to the gods for help.’ 

“Accordingly he knelt on the edge and prayed 
devoutly, and, lo! a dragon appeared before him, 
and finding out what he wished, flew away to the 
god of the sacred mountain which was on the other 
side of the abyss.” 


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‘^Of course the god promised help,’’ put in Lucy 
with a smile. 

‘ ‘ Yes, ” her uncle w'ent on. ‘ ‘ He immediately com¬ 
manded two dragons, one red and the other white, 
to spread their wings and make a pathway across 
the ravine. This they did, and the holy man crossed 
over safely. 

‘‘Because of what had been done for him by the 
god, one of the great moguls, centuries afterwards, 
built a bridge in memory of that wonderful pas¬ 
sage.” 

“Since the Red Bridge is held sacred, I suppose 
we cannot pass over it,” said Joe. 

“No,” said Mr. Andrews. “But we can travel 
over the pilgrim path which leads from Nikko up 
to the temple grounds on the mountain beyond, and 
I propose that we take the trip this afternoon.” 

“Hurrah!” cried Joe. 

‘ ‘ Goody! ’ ’ cried Lucy. 

Then away the twins hurried with their aunt to 
get ready for the excursion. 

“It was more interesting even than I dreamed it 
would be,” declared Lucy when our travelers had 
returned to their hotel at sunset. “As we climbed 
that pathway all the people we passed looked happy. 
I suppose it was because they were glad of being 
able to visit the wonderful temples and tombs 
above.” 

“On our way up I thought of the thousands, yes, 

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tens of thousands, of pilgrims who had traveled the 
road before us and worn away the pathway with 
the pressure of their feet.^’ Mrs. Andrews spoke 
softly. 

‘‘All I can think of now is what we saw when 
our climb was over,’’ said Joe. “Such wonderful 
temples there were away up on that mountain! Such 
bright colors in the decorations! Even the coppered 
roofs, with their many points and curves, were rich 
with carving.” 

“The decorations inside the temples were more 
wonderful than those outside, to my thinking,” said 
Mr. Andrews. “I saw birds and flowers, and 
fishes, dragons and mythical beasts there, pictured 
in rich coloring, and also carved with the greatest 
skill. Truly, we have looked to-day upon strange 
and marvelous things wrought by man on a moun¬ 
tain top.” 

“I suppose”—Lucy spoke dreamily—“we saw 
nothing more beautiful to-day than the tomb of that 
great shogun, lyeyasu, all of bronze and gold, and 
with some of the richest carvings I ever saw.” 

‘ ‘ To-morrow we are to look upon something more 
beautiful than anything made by man,” said Mr. 
Andrews, smiling at Lucy’s enthusiasm. 

“What can it be!” asked Joe eagerly. 

“You shall see when the time comes,” was the 
laughing answer. “That is all I will tell you now.” 

“I’m almost bursting with curiosity,” Joe told 
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his sister when the party were about to take their 
seats in sedan chairs early the next morning. 

The excitable lad quickly forgot what he wished 
to know when his chair-bearer brought him into the 
main street of the town where children were romp¬ 
ing in front of their homes, and tourists were going 
in and out of the curio shops. 

‘‘What sport!’’ he said to himself as he noticed 
two Japanese boys busy with a top fight. Each boy 
was trying to spin his top so it would run into that 
of his playmate and knock it a long distance away. 

Shortly afterwards the twins found that they 
were being carried upward along a mountain path. 
From time to time Lucy peeked over at her brother 
from her chair, and more than once called out, 
“Have you guessed where we are going, Joe?” 

And always his answer had to be, “No.” 

Up and up rode our travelers, with the view of 
the country below ever becoming wider. 

Now and then, when they reached some pretty tea 
house perched on the mountain slope, Mr. Andrews 
would call to the bearers to stop so they could rest 
a while and all might take refreshments. 

“Where are we going?” the twins kept wondering, 
till at last, when they had mounted four thousand 
feet above the ocean, they understood. Before them 
lay a beautiful lake which looked like a huge sapphire 
set among the mountain tops. 

“Lake Chuzenji of which Japanese poets delight 
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SHOOTING THE RAPIDS 


to write,” said Mrs. Andrews. ‘‘I wish I could 
write a poem about it myself.” 

^‘And I wish-” Joe stopped suddenly. 

‘‘That you could have a boat ride on these lovely 
waters,” said his uncle quickly. “You shall have 
your wish, Joe.” 

Accordingly a boat was hired, and with two strong- 
armed Japanese boatmen to manage it, our trav¬ 
elers were soon moving swiftly over the celebrated 
lake. 

“It would be fun to fish in this lake,” suggested 
Joe as he caught sight of a man in a nearby boat 
pulling up a shiny trout. 

“Yes,” agreed Mr. Andrews who liked fishing as 
well as his nephew. “But we can’t do everything 
we’d like to-day. We must make for the shore at 
once because there’s a long trip down the mountain 
ahead of us, and we must get back to Nikko by night¬ 
fall.” 

“Beautiful tombs and temples are always inter¬ 
esting,” Lucy told her aunt a few days afterwards 
as the two lounged together in their hotel at Kyoto. 
“But I enjoyed Lake Chuzenji better than any¬ 
thing else we saw during our visit to Nikko.” 

As Lucy spoke, smiles of happiness chased each 
other across her face. 

Mrs. Andrews sighed softly. “Chuzenji seems 
like a beautiful dream now,” she said. 

“We’ve seen ever so many interesting things here 
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TWIN TRAVELERS IN CHINA AND JAPAN 


in Kyoto/’ Lucy went on. ^‘But after so much 
going about, I didn’t mind Uncle Ben and Joe leav¬ 
ing us yesterday. It has been pleasant just to rest 
here in the hotel and take life easy with you.” 

Lucy had barely finished the sentence when the 
door flew open and Joe burst into the room with his 
uncle close behind him. 

‘‘We’ve done it!” exclaimed the boy breathlessly. 

“Shot the Hozu Rapids!” said his uncle, laughing 
as merrily as a boy. 

“Shot those rapids—thirteen miles of them!” 
gasped Mrs. Andrews. 

‘ ‘ Shot those rapids! ’ ’ repeated her husband, try¬ 
ing to look serious. “When Joe and I started off 
on our excursion, I hoped to have the adventure, but 
didn’t mention it to you because I feared you would 
worry about us.” 

“And if you had seen the boat that carried us 
down the rapids you’d have worried still more,” 
said Joe with a chuckle. “A slender little thing it 
was, but there were four men to manage it, and 
here we are safe and sound.” 

“It took my breath away at first,” confessed Mr. 
Andrews. “But pretty soon we got used to the 
rapid motion.” 

“To ‘shoot-the-chutes’ at Coney Island is a baby 
affair beside our adventure,” put in Joe. 

“Sometimes,” his uncle went on, “the men had to 
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SHOOTING THE EAPIDS 

steer us through a pass in the rocks barely wider 
than the boat-’’ 

‘‘And all the time,’’ burst out Joe, “the speed of 
an express train couldn’t compare with that boat’s.” 

“I’m glad to hear about it, but I wouldn’t care 
to shoot the Hozu Rapids myself, ’ ’ said Lucy as our 
travelers went down to the dining-hall for supper. 

There were several Americans at the table that 
evening, and all were interested in hearing about 
Joe’s and his uncle’s adventure. 

Then the talk fell upon the sights of Kyoto. 

“I wouldn’t have missed coming here for any¬ 
thing,” a little girl sitting beside Lucy told her. 

“Nor I,” was the answer. “In the first place this 
was the old capital of Japan; and here the emperor, 
poor man, lived like a prisoner in his palaces in 
the old days, only going out in a closely covered 
bullock-cart. ’ ’ 

‘ ‘ The common people believed they would be 
struck blind if they should set eyes on him,” put in 
Joe, who sat next beyond Lucy. 

“The emperor’s gardens must have been quite 
beautiful in the long ago,” said the strange little 
girl who had told the twins by this time that her 
name was Dorothy Adams and her home was Boston. 

“Yes, with its pretty stone bridges and water¬ 
falls and many flowering plants and lovely trees,” 
agreed Lucy. “But it was a prison yard just the 
same.” 

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''Say!’’ cried Joe, speaking to Dorothy, "I sup¬ 
pose you’ve visited some of the temples here in 
Kyoto?” 

"And heard the chiming of the priests’ gongs 
there, and the clapping of the people’s hands before 
they prayed,” replied the little girl. 

"And the singing and playing on guitars in the 
temple courtyards, of course,” said Lucy. 

"Oh, yes!” Dorothy laughed. "Did you ever 
come upon anything in your lives as funny as the 
Japanese way of mixing up playing and praying? 
In the temple courtyards I have seen boys* and girls 
playing games, while the big folks sat around and 
chatted and drank tea.” 

"We’ve noticed that most of the temples are in 
lovely places,” said Lucy. "In valleys with lotus 
ponds about them, or up on the hill-tops. Every 
one I’ve visited is rich inside with shining metal 
and embroidery.” 

"Uncle Ben took me to a wrestling match the 
other day,” said Joe, changing the subject as he 
turned his eyes towards Dorothy. 

"He did! Do tell me about it.” 

"I guess there were fifty men in the ring—^big 
fat fellows they were,” said Joe, who needed no 
urging. "We were told they were training for a 
big match in Tokyo! And, say! you should have seen 
them dig their toes into the ground and bang their 
heads against each other! It was great! Uncle 
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Copyright, E. M. Newman 

“IN THE TEA FIELDS . . . GIRLS DO MOST OF THE TICKING.” 

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SHOOTING THE RAPIDS 


Ben got tired after a while, though, and we went 
away to join my aunt and Lucy in a visit to the 
Golden Pavilion.’’ 

‘‘Wasn’t it beau-ti-ful!” cried Dorothy, drawing 
out the word to make it last as long as possible. 

“I should say! Aunt Nell and Lucy couldn’t say 
enough about it after we got back to the hotel.” 

“It must have cost the shogun who built it heaps 
and heaps of money,” said Lucy, who had not 
spoken for some time. “And only think of its being 
covered in the beginning with sheets of gold! ’ ’ 

“And the beautiful paintings inside!” cried Dor¬ 
othy. “The best artists of the country worked upon 
them.” 

“I’d like to have seen the gardens in the old 
days,” Lucy went on. “The shogun made them the 
loveliest in all Japan.” 

“Have you taken many trips around KyotoP’ 
Dorothy now asked the twins. 

“Yes, as many as a week would let us,” said Joe. 
“One day we went into the country among the tea 
fields. We’d seen tea fields before, of course, be¬ 
cause they are to be found in most parts of Japan. 
But Uncle Ben says the best tea is raised around 
here.” 

“Did you know that the tea plant is one kind of 
camellia?” asked Dorothy. 

“No,” said Joe and Lucy together. 

“Well, it is, and the rows of plants, or rather 
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shrubs, look so pretty with their bright-green glossy 
leaves that people generally speak of their being 
raised in tea gardens.*^ 

‘‘I know that girls do most of the picking,’’ said 
Lucy, ‘‘and also much of the work of drying and 
packing. Uncle Ben has told me, by the way, that 
most tea is shipped from the port of Kobe which 
is quite near here.” 

By this time the meal was over and the twins 
followed their uncle and aunt from the dining-room 
after saying good-night to Dorothy. 

“You may never meet that little girl again,” Mrs. 
Andrews told Joe and Lucy, “because early to¬ 
morrow morning we shall leave here for Kobe.” 

“And there,” added the children’s aunt, “a 
steamer lies ready to take us away from the beau¬ 
tiful empire of Japan.” She spoke a little sadly. 

“ Oh! ” cried Lucy. 

“Oh!” echoed Joe. And then, “I’m glad and 
sorry at the same time. The only reason I’m glad,” 
the boy hastened to say, “is that other adventures 
are probably ahead of us.” 

“I want to say”—Lucy spoke earnestly—“that I 
love Japan because it is so beautiful; because the 
people are so neat and so polite; because every one 
is cheerful and almost every one seems happy.” 

“I agree with you,” said Mr. Andrews with an 
approving smile. 


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After their trip through India, these lively American 
twins are delighted to find that their uncle proposes to 
continue their Eastern journey to China and Japan^ 

From Hong Kong they travel northward, partly by 
rail and partly on the mighty Yangtze-Kiang River, to 
Shanghai; then by houseboat on the Grand Canal to the 
Imperial city of Peking. Joe enjoys a strenuous trip to 
The Great Wall while Lucy makes the acquaintance of a 
little Chinese girl in a real Chinese home. 

A steamer then takes them to flowery Japan, where 
they are charmed by the beautiful sights and the clever 
industrious people of the island kingdom. It is not 
surprising that Lucy often exclaims, ‘Well, this is the 
most interesting thing we have seen so far !*’ as the won¬ 
ders of these two ancient and picturesque countries 
unfold before them. 














































